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Author's note: To all of you who enjoyed my first two stories and asked for another sequel, thanks for all your continued support, hope you enjoy this happy story.
Waking up slowly, Sarah smiled at the feel of her husband kissing her back and shoulders, it was always the perfect way to wake up. Just as that blissful thought went though her head, Sarah's stomach rolled and she bolted from the bed, making it in time to deposit any leftover dinner from the pervious evening into the toilet.
Like the good man he was, her husband Jareth, was right behind her to hold her hair back as she continued to kneel in front of the basin and throw up her guts. Once she had finished and was resting her forehead against the rim of the bowl, Jareth plaited her hair and grabbed a cool, wet wash cloth from the sink. He encouraged Sarah to lean back against him so he could gently wipe her face of sweat. As he did, she sighed at the refreshing coolness of the wash cloth and smiled in thanks to her husband.
"How are you feeling, my love?" Jareth asked, as he continued to hold her in his arms, neither one worried about sitting on the bathroom floor.
"At this very moment, I feel better," Sarah replied cautiously, "however, we both know I could be back in here at any point during the day."
"It will all be worth it in the end, my love," he commented with a soft smile while stroking his wife's face lovingly before moving his hand down the stroke her abdomen.
With a wave of his hand, the bathtub filled up and they both got in, washing each other in the warm water before relaxing in the bubbles. Sarah was roughly six weeks into her pregnancy and her morning sickness had decided to become rather intense over the past week, taking her by surprise at anytime of the day. She also found it was worse when she was tired and would try for a nap everyday.
Jareth had be practically dancing around the castle since she had told him the news but he had also been very supportive when Sarah had been ill or had gone off any food she use to enjoy, such as chocolate. He had also lightened Sarah's paper work so she could rest when needed, not that he would tell her.
Once washed and dressed, a simple breakfast of toast and fruit was laid out on the table in front of the fire. Jareth had to forgo his usual cooked breakfast as Sarah couldn't stand the smell any more but then Broin, his advisor, would have a bacon sandwich waiting for him in his study later, so Jareth didn't complain.
"The midwife is coming today," Sarah said while enjoying her fruit salad that mostly contained peaches.
"Are you worried about anything?" Jareth asked, spreading jam on his toast.
"Well, I have no idea how different a fae pregnancy is to a human one," she said, concern colouring her voice. "And if they are similar, there are sure to be differences because all fae have magic."
"Those are very good questions to ask her, my love. Do you want me here as well?"
"Only if you're not too busy, as I know you've already started to take some of my paperwork so I can rest in the day," she smirked at him, her eyes shining with love.
"Can't get anything past you, can I, my love?" Looking a little sheepish.
"No, you bloody can't," Sarah responded was a giggle.
The day went quickly and Jareth was so busy, he was unable to join his wife in meeting the midwife but knew she was in good hands. With this in mind, the Goblin King focused on his work in order to to get it done and check on his love.
After finishing his last bit of paper work, Broin handed him a folded piece of parchment before wishing him good night. Saying goodnight to Broin, Jareth opened the note, which said;
To my wonderful Husband
Now that you have finished your work, would you like to join me in our rooms for a light dinner? I know we would normally have it in the dining room, unfortunately after the midwife left, your poor wife has been back and forth to the bathroom with awful morning sickness.
Looking forward to having your arms around me
Your loving and pregnant wife
Sarah
Smiling at his wife's note, Jareth pulled himself out of his chair and disappeared. Re-appearing in their chambers, he found Sarah in her comfy armchair with her feet resting on a footstool and a book in her lap. Noticing that she was asleep, he quietly summoned a light dinner; pasta salad for her and cold pork with new potatoes and salad for him.
Placing a soft kiss on her cheek, Jareth gently called her name to wake her to eat. With a lazy groan, she answered his call, opening her eyes to find him smiling down at her.
"Evening, my love," he whispered, kneeling down beside her. "How are you feeling?"
"How do I describe to my loving husband that I feel like death warmed up?"
"That bad?"
"Oh yeah," she sat forward slowly, preparing to get up. "But the good news is, I know why I feel so shity."
"Oh. Did the midwife explain?" He helped her out of her chair and to their small dinner table.
"She confirmed first that I am six weeks along and was rather concerned when I told her how bad my morning sickness is, so she magically scanned me." Sarah took a breath, before continuing. "Galena said that a fae woman would only start her morning sickness at eight-to-nine weeks along, unless there is something different."
"What did she say?"
"That I'm having twins."
