This is an old Fanfic that I was writing 6 years ago, and I never finished typing it. I found my notebook, and I should maybe finish it. I am re-working it because it was horribly written, but the concept will be the same.

I do not own Tangled. I am dyslexic so there may be spelling errors, but a lot less than when I was younger because I now accept the use of spell check…

I hope that you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed creating it.

Chapter 1: What if…

Just over a year after our wedding, I was finally finding my way around the palace on my own. It was made very clear to me that one day, I would have to help Rapunzel maintain this place. I had never even owned a home, let alone a huge palace.

Crap. Lost again.

I was trying to get to the small library where they welcome orphans once a week for "Story Time with the Princess". When Rapunzel can't make it, I fill in, even though I join her either way. This was the first time that I did not have someone escort me there, because everyone was worried about Rapunzel. She has been sick for a few weeks now. She is fine most of the time, but has fainted 4 times and has been nauseous anytime that she even thinks of eating.

Crap.

Everyone is caring for her. She is fine. She is sleeping right now. I will only be an hour. If I find my way.

- Sir Eugene? A guard appears around the corner. Are you not supposed to be in the public area of the castle?

- … yes… yes I am… I just decided to take the scenic rout.

- Turn around, and go left down the yellow hallway. Right at the rose bush.

- Thank you…

- Garret Sir.

- Thank you Garret.

A few days had passed and still no improvement. The entire kingdom started wondering if there was a possibility of another flower. I doubt it. If there was another flower, then Gothel would not have taken Rapunzel in the first place.

I was reading in the garden, trying to keep my mind off of everything. I had found a copy of "The Tails of Finnegan Rider" so I decided to take a trip down memory lain. I think that Louisa was adopted by a local farmer, Jacob by a blacksmith. Carlos got too old and left shortly after me. And Belle. She was still missing. I had not though of her in years. I was just 6 at the time, and she was 4. I had always felt guilty for letting her out of my site.

- Eugene!

I turn to see Rapunzel running towards me.

- What are you doing out of…

She interrupts me, out of breath.

- Calm down, we don't need you fainting again.

- I have been looking all over for you!

- Well you found me, now please sit down. Do you need anything?

- Um. Well the thing is that I just don't know and please don't freak out…

- Ok, breath blondie. Just tell me.

- I am pregnant.

She mumbled. I beardly heard it and I freaked out. I know that she hates it when anyone mentions the whole mumbling thing, it reminds her of Gothel and I try very hard to avoid anything that reminds her of that witch.

- I'm really sorry but did you just say…

- I'm pregnant.

That time completely clear. I could tell that she was really uncomfortable. Why? She knows that I love kids. I hug her.

- This is great news! It explains why you have been so sick! Why do you seem upset?

- Well, I'm kind of freaking out because even without my hair the power of the golden flower is still in me. What if it is in her too? What if her hair is magical? What if I'm a horrible mother and…

- Ok, so I'm going to interrupt you before you get to locking our kid up in a tower for their safety. Your parents – your real parents – did not know that your hair was magical. They did not even think that it was a possibility. We do. If their hair is magical we will take every precaution that we need to so that what happens to you does not happen to them.

- I know, but what if…

- Don't think in "what ifs" blondie. You will be a great mother. I see you interacting with the orphanage kids each week. I see how worried you are right now. Just by those two things, I know that you are going to be a great mother. If her hair does glow when she sings, then we will make sure that there are guards around her at all times, or I just won't let her go. There, problem solved.

- I guess… but..

- No buts. You will do great. This can be our new dream, together, as a family.

- Thanks Eugene.

She snuggles into my shoulder. I have seen her wake up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, or jump onto my back because she sees someone who has the slightest resemblance to Gothel. I have never seen my wife this worried before. I stare at her head on my shoulder for what seems like hours. She is just as beautiful as when she had me tangled up in that chair in her tower. Her – no our – baby will be just as beautiful, no matter how magical her hair is.

She looks up at me with her smolder, that look that makes my heart jump every time.

- Sooo… do you want to tell my parents or should I?