Hey, it's mikim! How you're all doing? Well, I'm fine, fine. My computer's
just right now!! So happy!
Anyway, about a little bit of hell, I'm currently working on the eight
chapter. I'm just taking a break from it, because I just ran out of ideas.
This is to make you wait. And crave for more. (wicked grin)
Cheers
Mikim
Standards disclaimers apply, you all know the song. ..................
Of Diaries and Babies [one-shot] by mikim ..................
Damn him! I let a whole god damn it bunch of hints, trails and so on and so forth and he hasn't picked up anything!! Hell! What about his godforsaken magic! Why didn't it tell him there was something different going on!! The nerve of that guy!! Curse him! He's supposed to be smart! Screw him!!! I hate him.. No, I didn't mean that.
I love him it's just that he annoys me a lot right now! Why can't he see it? Even Dad can. Well, maybe because he was there when I told Karen. Even Karen tried to hint things to him but he still didn't pick up. She was astonished though.
After basically telling him my little secret, he just stared at her as if waiting for her to finish a good story. I remember her blinking eyes and how she dashed out of the room to laugh her head off in the kitchen. I think it was the day I kicked him out of the bed, telling him it was because of nightmares I had. Which wasn't all lies. This is a nightmare.
I don't want to tell him like that! I want him to find out by himself, I want to see his surprised face and his suddenly crying eyes.
Ah, love, why are you so dense? I mean, Hoggle knows and he picked up all by himself! Does Hoggle have more brains than you? Well, Hoggle knew before me I was in love with you and you with me.
But still.
It took Hoggle two weeks to figure out things and it's been five now. So, you're three weeks late! I can already hear Dad trying to ask me casually if you have pick up something by now, just like he does every week. Grr!
Stupid asshole! Open up your stupid eyes or should I shove my huge belly right under your nose to make you understand! God damn it, Jareth! Why are you so dense?
I'm with child. Oops, got to go. Time for dinner.
Just got back from dinner. I think I could just strangle you right now. One of the children who have been wished away to us suddenly burst in tears after dessert because the little guy wanted his daddy. And you! You picked him up and rocked him until he fell asleep! You were perfect! Argh! Tonight, I won't only kick you out of the bed. I don't know yet what I'll do to you, but boy, you're going to suffer, pal!
You were so adorable, though. This little boy who has been wished away by his mother, is a real angel. He's blond, just like you, but his warm chocolate eyes make him look like a puppy! I only want to hug him close and kiss him senseless. That kid's going to be a real lady-killer. If we have a baby girl, let's hope she won't fall for his charms.
A baby girl. A little girl, dressed in a pink dress. With your hair. And your skin. My eyes and your mouth. Man, she'd be a beauty. I wonder how you'd deal when boys would start to come and ask her out. I wonder how I would manage to hold you back from murdering them all. Toby would be a perfect godfather.
But a baby boy would be just as wonderful. A little mischievous boy who'd turn my hair grey before he's five. He'd play with the goblins and thrice a day you'd have to save him from the Labyrinth because his favourite game would be to go as far as he can in the Labyrinth before you could catch him.
I'd love to see you turn into jelly when our baby would take its first steps. Or when our angel would say his or hers first words. I can't wait to hear you telling our baby bedtime stories. But for that you have to figure out things!
Which is not easy since you decided to notice nothing! Grr! There am I again, getting angry at you for not knowing! Jareth! Damn it! Open up your eyes! I've been whining for days now that I don't feel fine in the mornings, that I'm several weeks late, I've made sure you were watching me cuddling the little kids wished away while they wait for you to find them new parents. Grr!! By the way you obviously care for them, I'd thought you would have been on my back for us to have one of our own. But hell no! God, Jareth! You're in tonight! I know, I'll kick you out of the bed and grab all the covers so that you'd have to either sleep without any or go elsewhere! Stupid man!
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Jareth let the little red book fall from his fingers. He tried to shallow his own saliva but nothing answered to his brain's commands. He was to be a father. Right, Sarah had been acting weird the past few days. She had thrown tantrums over anything and she had kicked him out of bed again. So he had decided to take a peek in her diary. Right, right, it was bad, but he needed to know. Maybe it was something he had done. Indeed he was responsible but not for something he had done, rather for something he hadn't done. He hadn't noticed that she was pregnant.
Now, that she had pointed it out, he remembered the suddenly strange story Karen had told him. About of her neighbours whose daughter was pregnant but the husband didn't seem to understand. Now that he thought about it, Sarah's parents' neighbours were all parents but with kids barely 17. And he did remember Karen running away like she had just seen the devil.
Jareth bent down to gather the red diary from the floor. Her name was craved in gold letter on it. She had been delighted when she had seen what he had done. Jareth slowly followed the lines of her names with his fingers, a smile stretched on his lips. Sarah.
She had been bugging him to go for a trip Aboveground. She needed to buy stuff, she had said. So he had sent her and when the time to pick her up had arrived, he had found himself with the same little red book in his hands, while she shyly, was telling him she had bought the same for her. She had made him promise to write anything in it, to pour his emotions on the pages to help him to sort out things.
At first, he hadn't done anything. But, by watching her furiously writing in it, sometimes a dreamy look spread on her delicate features, sometimes a murdering glint in her eyes had made him wonder. What was that Sarah found so incredible at writing in that diary thing?
So he had tried. But, writing had been annoying, his thoughts going faster than his pen, so he had decided to put his magic to help. Sarah had then started to whine how unfair he was, but he had just laugh at her telling her that he was pouring his emotions in the little red book, but through the crystal, he was only doing what she had asked of him.
Thank to that crystal, his thoughts would appear on the page as if somebody had been carefully listening then writing down what the King was thinking. He had spotted her several times with his diary, reading it. But he didn't mind. It wasn't something she didn't know anyway as she had that knack to find when he was upset or annoyed. It was almost scary.
But he had never peeked in her own diary. He had respected her private thoughts, but she had never forbidden him to read it. Once, they had a fight about something silly, he couldn't even remember what, and when the time to make up had arrived, he remembered how his Sarah had slowly, carefully, shyly, placed the red book in his hands, telling him, red from embarrassment, before fleeing from the room, to read the end.
He had and he had ran after her the second the last word had been registered in his mind. And she had been waiting him, in the garden, where he knew she would be for he had read one of her fantasy.
As he stared at the book in his hands, memories of Sarah and him started to flow through him, he remembered their first meeting, her defiant eyes and pouting lips. He remembered the first dance they had shared in that illusionary world he had set up for her, he remembered how crestfallen he had felt when she had left. And the lonely years that had followed, then he remembered the time it had just been too much for him to bear. He remembered how he had started to watch her without her knowing. Watching then he had started to crave for more.
So he had started to go more and more Aboveground to watch her and doing so, he had grown careless: he just wanted to see her and of course, she had spotted him. She had been so angry. But he had refused to acknowledge her: he had just kept on watching.
Then Sarah had been fed up and she had summoned him to her and he had no choice but to face her. She had tried to banish him from her life again but he had refused to let her say the words, instead he had kissed her. Each time, he had threatened her with a kiss and she had understood, the longing and unrequited love that ragged in his heart. The first time he had been truly and incommensurably weak. But she hadn't rejected him. She had cried for him. And so had began their, his, second chance.
He remembered also the blessed time when he had asked her to marry him and now this.
He was to be a father.
The thought amazed him. A father. That was something unexpected. Pleasantly unexpected, wonderfully unexpected. A lazy smile spread on his lips. A child. His child, his baby.
Suddenly a burst of heat rose from his heart and his eyes started to water, but he didn't notice it as he strode quickly back to his private chambers, back to her.
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Sarah angrily bit the covers and hugged them closer to her chest. Maybe that plan was stupid. She should just tell him that she was expecting; It would sort out things. She should go to him and apologise for being such a baby. When a cracking noise attracted her attention and she knew he was back in the room. For a reason unknown to her, she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Jareth opened the door and quickly went to the bed. He kneeled by her side and whispered. "I know you're awake." He cupped her cheek with his hand and Sarah opened her eyes to find his glittering mismatched ones staring deeply in hers. He was crying.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Jareth pulled her in a hug. He crushed her against his chest and buried his face in her hair. "Thank you." And as his shoulders lightly shook, Sarah closed her arms around them, when she felt hot tears running down his cheeks to her neck, not realising that very similar tears were running down her own cheeks.
They stayed like that in each other's arms for a long time, before Jareth could pull himself together. Then, he suddenly leaned on her, making her getting back in the bed. And he kissed her. They found themselves back on the bed, Jareth lying on top of her, his hands cupping her cheeks, murmuring his immortal love between each of his kisses.
Later, much later, as Jareth was laying on top her, his head on her shoulder, while his hand was resting on her belly, his fingers gently caressing her, Sarah asked him, almost absent-mindedly. "How did you find out?"
Jareth held up his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I took the liberty you're taking with my diary." He answered, grinning. He liked her better when she was angry at him.
"You read my diary?" Sarah watched with widened eyes, disbelief all over her face. God! She thought. All the names I have been calling him!
"I just wanted to know why you kicked me out of bed again." He explained calmly but when her face started to darken and her little fists to close in frustration, Jareth carefully backed away from his frail and pregnant wife. "And since you kept on insisting you had nightmares, I thought I could help you!" He tried to finish his explanation as Sarah grabbed a pillow from behind her and started to hit him.
"Alright! You're in deep troubles right now, mister!" She yelled and Jareth simply laughed, surprising her and stopping her. Jareth grabbed her again, by the waist and pulled her down to him.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear. "You can't understand the importance you have in my life." He leaned on her again, trapping her lips with his again, leaving her only to make her crave for more. "No." He corrected, breaking up the kiss again. "You are my life, both of you." He added, resting his hand on her belly again, where their child was.
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Tadaah-desu! You want a sequel? Better that way? Horrible? Completely out of characters? Too much sugar? (well, I did eat an ice-cream while writing this.) Give me your piece of mind! Tchao Bella! mikim
Standards disclaimers apply, you all know the song. ..................
Of Diaries and Babies [one-shot] by mikim ..................
Damn him! I let a whole god damn it bunch of hints, trails and so on and so forth and he hasn't picked up anything!! Hell! What about his godforsaken magic! Why didn't it tell him there was something different going on!! The nerve of that guy!! Curse him! He's supposed to be smart! Screw him!!! I hate him.. No, I didn't mean that.
I love him it's just that he annoys me a lot right now! Why can't he see it? Even Dad can. Well, maybe because he was there when I told Karen. Even Karen tried to hint things to him but he still didn't pick up. She was astonished though.
After basically telling him my little secret, he just stared at her as if waiting for her to finish a good story. I remember her blinking eyes and how she dashed out of the room to laugh her head off in the kitchen. I think it was the day I kicked him out of the bed, telling him it was because of nightmares I had. Which wasn't all lies. This is a nightmare.
I don't want to tell him like that! I want him to find out by himself, I want to see his surprised face and his suddenly crying eyes.
Ah, love, why are you so dense? I mean, Hoggle knows and he picked up all by himself! Does Hoggle have more brains than you? Well, Hoggle knew before me I was in love with you and you with me.
But still.
It took Hoggle two weeks to figure out things and it's been five now. So, you're three weeks late! I can already hear Dad trying to ask me casually if you have pick up something by now, just like he does every week. Grr!
Stupid asshole! Open up your stupid eyes or should I shove my huge belly right under your nose to make you understand! God damn it, Jareth! Why are you so dense?
I'm with child. Oops, got to go. Time for dinner.
Just got back from dinner. I think I could just strangle you right now. One of the children who have been wished away to us suddenly burst in tears after dessert because the little guy wanted his daddy. And you! You picked him up and rocked him until he fell asleep! You were perfect! Argh! Tonight, I won't only kick you out of the bed. I don't know yet what I'll do to you, but boy, you're going to suffer, pal!
You were so adorable, though. This little boy who has been wished away by his mother, is a real angel. He's blond, just like you, but his warm chocolate eyes make him look like a puppy! I only want to hug him close and kiss him senseless. That kid's going to be a real lady-killer. If we have a baby girl, let's hope she won't fall for his charms.
A baby girl. A little girl, dressed in a pink dress. With your hair. And your skin. My eyes and your mouth. Man, she'd be a beauty. I wonder how you'd deal when boys would start to come and ask her out. I wonder how I would manage to hold you back from murdering them all. Toby would be a perfect godfather.
But a baby boy would be just as wonderful. A little mischievous boy who'd turn my hair grey before he's five. He'd play with the goblins and thrice a day you'd have to save him from the Labyrinth because his favourite game would be to go as far as he can in the Labyrinth before you could catch him.
I'd love to see you turn into jelly when our baby would take its first steps. Or when our angel would say his or hers first words. I can't wait to hear you telling our baby bedtime stories. But for that you have to figure out things!
Which is not easy since you decided to notice nothing! Grr! There am I again, getting angry at you for not knowing! Jareth! Damn it! Open up your eyes! I've been whining for days now that I don't feel fine in the mornings, that I'm several weeks late, I've made sure you were watching me cuddling the little kids wished away while they wait for you to find them new parents. Grr!! By the way you obviously care for them, I'd thought you would have been on my back for us to have one of our own. But hell no! God, Jareth! You're in tonight! I know, I'll kick you out of the bed and grab all the covers so that you'd have to either sleep without any or go elsewhere! Stupid man!
..................
Jareth let the little red book fall from his fingers. He tried to shallow his own saliva but nothing answered to his brain's commands. He was to be a father. Right, Sarah had been acting weird the past few days. She had thrown tantrums over anything and she had kicked him out of bed again. So he had decided to take a peek in her diary. Right, right, it was bad, but he needed to know. Maybe it was something he had done. Indeed he was responsible but not for something he had done, rather for something he hadn't done. He hadn't noticed that she was pregnant.
Now, that she had pointed it out, he remembered the suddenly strange story Karen had told him. About of her neighbours whose daughter was pregnant but the husband didn't seem to understand. Now that he thought about it, Sarah's parents' neighbours were all parents but with kids barely 17. And he did remember Karen running away like she had just seen the devil.
Jareth bent down to gather the red diary from the floor. Her name was craved in gold letter on it. She had been delighted when she had seen what he had done. Jareth slowly followed the lines of her names with his fingers, a smile stretched on his lips. Sarah.
She had been bugging him to go for a trip Aboveground. She needed to buy stuff, she had said. So he had sent her and when the time to pick her up had arrived, he had found himself with the same little red book in his hands, while she shyly, was telling him she had bought the same for her. She had made him promise to write anything in it, to pour his emotions on the pages to help him to sort out things.
At first, he hadn't done anything. But, by watching her furiously writing in it, sometimes a dreamy look spread on her delicate features, sometimes a murdering glint in her eyes had made him wonder. What was that Sarah found so incredible at writing in that diary thing?
So he had tried. But, writing had been annoying, his thoughts going faster than his pen, so he had decided to put his magic to help. Sarah had then started to whine how unfair he was, but he had just laugh at her telling her that he was pouring his emotions in the little red book, but through the crystal, he was only doing what she had asked of him.
Thank to that crystal, his thoughts would appear on the page as if somebody had been carefully listening then writing down what the King was thinking. He had spotted her several times with his diary, reading it. But he didn't mind. It wasn't something she didn't know anyway as she had that knack to find when he was upset or annoyed. It was almost scary.
But he had never peeked in her own diary. He had respected her private thoughts, but she had never forbidden him to read it. Once, they had a fight about something silly, he couldn't even remember what, and when the time to make up had arrived, he remembered how his Sarah had slowly, carefully, shyly, placed the red book in his hands, telling him, red from embarrassment, before fleeing from the room, to read the end.
He had and he had ran after her the second the last word had been registered in his mind. And she had been waiting him, in the garden, where he knew she would be for he had read one of her fantasy.
As he stared at the book in his hands, memories of Sarah and him started to flow through him, he remembered their first meeting, her defiant eyes and pouting lips. He remembered the first dance they had shared in that illusionary world he had set up for her, he remembered how crestfallen he had felt when she had left. And the lonely years that had followed, then he remembered the time it had just been too much for him to bear. He remembered how he had started to watch her without her knowing. Watching then he had started to crave for more.
So he had started to go more and more Aboveground to watch her and doing so, he had grown careless: he just wanted to see her and of course, she had spotted him. She had been so angry. But he had refused to acknowledge her: he had just kept on watching.
Then Sarah had been fed up and she had summoned him to her and he had no choice but to face her. She had tried to banish him from her life again but he had refused to let her say the words, instead he had kissed her. Each time, he had threatened her with a kiss and she had understood, the longing and unrequited love that ragged in his heart. The first time he had been truly and incommensurably weak. But she hadn't rejected him. She had cried for him. And so had began their, his, second chance.
He remembered also the blessed time when he had asked her to marry him and now this.
He was to be a father.
The thought amazed him. A father. That was something unexpected. Pleasantly unexpected, wonderfully unexpected. A lazy smile spread on his lips. A child. His child, his baby.
Suddenly a burst of heat rose from his heart and his eyes started to water, but he didn't notice it as he strode quickly back to his private chambers, back to her.
..................
Sarah angrily bit the covers and hugged them closer to her chest. Maybe that plan was stupid. She should just tell him that she was expecting; It would sort out things. She should go to him and apologise for being such a baby. When a cracking noise attracted her attention and she knew he was back in the room. For a reason unknown to her, she closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Jareth opened the door and quickly went to the bed. He kneeled by her side and whispered. "I know you're awake." He cupped her cheek with his hand and Sarah opened her eyes to find his glittering mismatched ones staring deeply in hers. He was crying.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Jareth pulled her in a hug. He crushed her against his chest and buried his face in her hair. "Thank you." And as his shoulders lightly shook, Sarah closed her arms around them, when she felt hot tears running down his cheeks to her neck, not realising that very similar tears were running down her own cheeks.
They stayed like that in each other's arms for a long time, before Jareth could pull himself together. Then, he suddenly leaned on her, making her getting back in the bed. And he kissed her. They found themselves back on the bed, Jareth lying on top of her, his hands cupping her cheeks, murmuring his immortal love between each of his kisses.
Later, much later, as Jareth was laying on top her, his head on her shoulder, while his hand was resting on her belly, his fingers gently caressing her, Sarah asked him, almost absent-mindedly. "How did you find out?"
Jareth held up his head and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I took the liberty you're taking with my diary." He answered, grinning. He liked her better when she was angry at him.
"You read my diary?" Sarah watched with widened eyes, disbelief all over her face. God! She thought. All the names I have been calling him!
"I just wanted to know why you kicked me out of bed again." He explained calmly but when her face started to darken and her little fists to close in frustration, Jareth carefully backed away from his frail and pregnant wife. "And since you kept on insisting you had nightmares, I thought I could help you!" He tried to finish his explanation as Sarah grabbed a pillow from behind her and started to hit him.
"Alright! You're in deep troubles right now, mister!" She yelled and Jareth simply laughed, surprising her and stopping her. Jareth grabbed her again, by the waist and pulled her down to him.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear. "You can't understand the importance you have in my life." He leaned on her again, trapping her lips with his again, leaving her only to make her crave for more. "No." He corrected, breaking up the kiss again. "You are my life, both of you." He added, resting his hand on her belly again, where their child was.
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Tadaah-desu! You want a sequel? Better that way? Horrible? Completely out of characters? Too much sugar? (well, I did eat an ice-cream while writing this.) Give me your piece of mind! Tchao Bella! mikim