"My son…" Haggar's words echoed in Lotor's mind as he sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat. He touched his forehead as he tried to push back the memory, inhaling sharply and shakily.

"Lotor?" Allura rolled onto her side to watch him from her spot next to him. "What happened?"

"Just a dream, Allura." He reassured his wife, faking a smile. "Go back to sleep."

"The Paladins," Allura began, sitting up in bed as she drew her knees to her chest, "have used that excuse on me too many times for me to believe it now." Allura gazed at his stone face and leaned into him. "Was it Haggar again?"

Lotor nodded, wrapping one arm around her and pulling her closer as he frowned. "Indeed, my sweet. I do not wish to bother you with my own plights, however."

"Isn't that why we married? Because we care for each other?" Allura challenged, staring up at him with her purple and blue eyes.

Lotor laughed, resting his head on hers. "I suppose you're right. Yes, Haggar torments me, stalking me in my dreams. I do truly need help, Allura, but I doubt you can end my struggles."

Allura thought for a moment, her eyes drifting from him as her gaze circled the room. Finally she looked down at something in her lap. "Well, I do have an idea." She admitted, blinking joyfully up at him. "Focus on the good in your life before you go to bed each night."

"Allura, I'm not sure if this will-"

"-starting now." Allura's voice hardened into her bossy tone, her eyebrows narrowing towards her eyes and nose.

Lotor laughed dryly, shaking his head. "Very well. I have you, loyal subjects, a brain quick to comprehend situations, and friends."

"I have something new to add onto that list." Allura beamed at him, her cheeks flushing a light red took his hand in hers. "Lotor…" she pushed the covers away from her stomach, taking a deep breath. Settling his hand on her womb, she smiled again. "…I'm pregnant."

Lotor pulled away from her, his hands shaking as he looked from her to the unborn baby in her womb and back at her. "Allura, that's…what do I say?! What CAN I say? Is it a boy or girl? How long until it's born?! How long have you known?!"

Allura giggled, shaking his head. "You don't need to say anything. I don't know if it's a boy or girl yet, but…oh, I do hope it's a boy. Six phoebs, if all goes well. I've known for about two or three phoebs."

Lotor lightly kissed her forehead, keeping his hands pressed against her stomach. "I hope it's a girl, then we can have a little Allura running around."

"I want a little Lotor." His wife smiled, dipping her head to watch her stomach. "He'll go on diplomatic missions with you; learn to rule an empire."

"Whatever gender our baby is, the baby will become a little warrior, a royal, and it'll be of Altean heritage, like both of us," for the first time since he learned the truth about his mother, Lotor did not think of Haggar when he said that he was of Altean descent. "It'll have hair like yours," he continued, patting his wife's stomach. "And eyes like mine."

"Lotor…" Allura sang sweetly, smiling at him. "We do not know what your child will look like, if it'll look completely like me, like you, or with parts of both of us in him."

"Oh, my sweet," Lotor murmured, leaning his head against the pillows as he laid down once more. "I can't wait for you to bring the child into this world. It'll know so much, become so much."

Allura smiled she placed her head on the pillow behind her. "I love you, honey." She whispered, stroking his hair. "Sleep well."

And, in the first time for nearly a week, he did. In the morning he was fully rested, and, even more strange, he felt HAPPY.