Summary: Three little one shots of Alanna, Kel, and Daine during their expectancy and motherhood. Happy Mothers' Day!
(I own nothing of Tammy's!)
Alanna:
Alanna stood, pacing, her hands bracing her back as her unborn baby kicked at her stomach.
"Ahh!" she yelled as cramps and the baby struck at the same time, making her stomach explode in pain.
"Alanna, do you mind?" Jon snapped, trying to work on his various reports. He ran his fingers through his dark hair as he stood and faced the hormonal knight.
"Excuse me?" she asked coldly, her violet eyes lashing in cold fury.
"Shut up!" he roared, "I've put up with your moans for nine bloody months! George will be back with your pain medication soon, so will you just—" he never finished his sentence.
Alanna belted him in the nose, knocking him unconscious, and-if she was correct- had broken his nose. There sure was a lot of blood in any case.
George entered to find the king knocked unconscious on the floor, covered in blood, and the champion standing over him, fists still clenched.
Meekly, yet trying to contain a grin, he handed over the drink he'd gotten from Baird.
"Thank you, sweetie." said Alanna as she gulped down her drink. Smiling innocently at him, she grabbed his hand. "I feel like taking a stroll, don't you?" she asked guiltlessly.
George went along with her. Could he have asked for a better mother for his child?
Daine:
"Damn!" Daine cursed as spasms wracked her body.
"Push!" encouraged the midwife as Numair stood helplessly by his wife's side. Yes, he was the most powerful mage in all of the Eastern Lands, but childbirth? Gods forbid it!
"Mithtros, could she have a larger head?" gasped Daine, who had tears streaming down her face.
"Just a little bit more!" cheered the nurse, and the fearless Wildmage groaned at the thought of one more second of this torture. AHHHHH!!! That isn't supposed to stretch that far! thought Daine, but all that came out was a pained whimper.
Finally, the baby slipped through, and Daine collapsed onto her pillows.
"Never again," she groaned.
The nurse cleaned the little girl in record time, and settled her into Daine's arms, leaving Numair and Daine alone.
"Y'know what?" Daine observed as Numair smiled on her and little Sarralyn.
"She was worth it."
Kel:
She hadn't wanted a child.
The thunder crash woke her with a start- from the sound of it, the storm was directly overhead. She snuggle closer to Dom in the warm, large bed in their quarters.
"Mamma?" Came a terrified whisper from her bedside.
"Hum?"she asked, still half-asleep.
"Mamma, I'm scared." She opened her eyes to see little Anders of Masbolle, her son, staring at her with the wide blue eyes that he'd gotten from his father. The thin chesnut hair fell into his eyes a little as he quivered with fear as another thunderclap gripped the palace.
She hadn't wanted a child.
Her heart melted when she saw the tear tracks on the four-year-olds cheeks. Anders always tried to be so brave, but Kel couldn't do anything except lift him into their warm bed. It would be a crime not to do so. As he squirmed between her and Dom, she wrapped her arms around his little body, and held on tight.
She hadn't wanted a child.
But sometimes miracles just happen.