King Vincent was pacing back and forth on the carpet outside his bedchamber. In which his wife, Belle, was giving birth to his children. At every sound that came from in the room he would jump, he had been restrained by many of the castle guards. The screams now issued by Belle were becoming louder and more frequent.
Vincent was growing more and more concerned by every minute that passed Belle, had gone into labour shortly after diner the night before. It was now over twenty-four hours since she had gone into labour and no one in the castle has slept during that time.
It happened very quickly the first of Babies cries came loud and pure running though the castle halls. Then only a few minutes later another cry erupted from the chamber and the second of his children were born. Vincent expected that that was going to be that but then another pure cry entered the castle his third and final child had been born.
After what seemed like an age Mrs. Potts exited the room her expression was one of happiness which had been crushed so quickly, Vincent didn't what to think was it his wife or his children.
"Master…" her voice which usually was full confidence was quiet a little more than a whisper.
"What is it, is Belle or the babies…" his voice was full of concern the servants nearby feared that the Master would have to been restrained again.
"The babies are fine all three of them…"
"Three…" Vincent irrupted sounding more than a little shocked.
"Yes, Master two girls and a boy." She allowed herself a sad smile as she told the Master the good news.
"And Belle?" said Vincent suddenly remembering the bad news.
Mrs. Potts let out a sigh she couldn't believe that he was telling him this again she remembered the first time she had done this. The Prince was little more than baby himself it was such a tragic time the young Prince bottled up all his anger which lead to him becoming the beast.
"Belle, she isn't going to make, I'm so sorry…Master she wants to see, say goodbye."
Vincent couldn't believe his ears his wife, his beauty was dying. But he had to be strong for Belle he had to say goodbye.
As he entered the chamber. There she was lying on her bed she looked so weak, so frail, so in need of help.
"Vincent…"
"Belle… You shouldn't die it should be me…"
"Vincent… listen to me what done is done, my only regret is that I will never see them grow. We have to think for are children now. They need names."
"Belle how can you be so clam… aren't you scared?"
"Of course I'm scared, how couldn't I be. Now for the boy I was thinking Jonathan." She gave a small smile "and the fair haired girl I was thinking Willow she looks like one strong, tall and weeping." She couldn't stop it she was crying the tears streaming down her fevered checks. "And the little, little girl Rose she so valuable she is so tiny." She was fully crying now "Look at them Vincent just look at them!"
Vincent looked at his children so small the cubby faces poking out of the blankets they were so beautiful.
Vincent only the noticed that Mrs. Potts was in the room she must of heard all of it.
"Mrs. Potts you need to rest I'll call you if I need you."
"Yes Master." She answered quickly.
Vincent sat down next to the bed Belle's breath was coming in rasps now it wouldn't be longer now.
"I… Love… you Vincent…" she wheezed in what seemed her mostly painful breaths.
"I love you too Belle." Vincent whispered as his wife's chest rise for the last time.
In the silence that followed Vincent just stared and then got up very slowly and left the room. Cogsworth and Lumire realized that it was all over a love had ended.