AUTHOR'S NOTE: Finally! A new mpreg! I'm still alive! :) For this mpreg, I thought I'd try something different from my usual writings. As most of the people who keep up with my fics know, usually I just write mpreg births for my fics. But this time, I've decided to try and tackle more of the pregnancy this time. There still will be a good mpreg delivery; trust me on that. ;) But I'm going to try to go deeper this time with this fic. No promises on that though... lol! WARNING: This is an MPREG! If you don't like this kind of thing, DON'T READ! I'd also like to point out that this isn't a yaoi fic. (First one ever for me!) So if your looking for yaoi-ness, it won't be here. Thank you. And Enjoy!
A blue box. It was always a blue box. Freya had never become used to the sight of this blue Police box that had shown up in her dreams more frequently as of late. Why she dreamed this at all intrigued her the most, since these things had never been brought into the royal court and surely did not exist as far as she knew. Then the sounds started, 'lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub' The sound of a heartbeat echoing around; they had only recently started, but she could almost swear she had heard it before. Then he appeared from inside the blue box. A man; the one she had seen only in her dreams that seemed strangely familiar to her. He was tall, appeared to be in his late 20's, wearing a tracksuit with, curiously enough, sneakers. He had wild brown hair, deep brown eyes to match, and even thought he'd always smile at her, it was a sad smile; one of regret, as if he was thinking of what might have been. As she stood, he slowly walked toward her and gently touched the side of her face.
"I'm so sorry Freya…" he sighed as the scene faded into darkness, leaving the sound of heartbeats ringing in her ears.
"M'lady." a new voice said as she felt someone gently shaking her. "M'lady, wake up. You're dreaming again."
With a start, she opened her eyes. There, watching her with concern in his deep blue eyes, was her servant and best friend, Hunter. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Breathing deep as she sat up in bed, she stared at him with her tear-streaked face. "I saw him again…"
"The man in the blue box?" he asked.
She nodded. "I used to see him only once in a long while in my dreams. But they come more frequently now. This is the third time this week that it's happened."
"I'm sure it's only your nerves of the impending ceremony and coronation." he suggested as he helped her out of bed.
"No." she said, putting on the robe that he offered her and trying to smooth the few stray pieces of her short brown hair that would not seem to sit flat. "It couldn't possibly. If it was worry over my coronation, one would only assume that my dreams would reflect that."
'Besides, I can't be afraid of something I've never wanted…' she thought to herself.
"Well, perhaps the death of your uncle…"
"I don't believe it's that either." she interrupted. "He has been unwell for all my 16 years. I knew he would pass on to the stars eventually." She slumped into a plush chair and put her head in her hands. "There's something else now. I keep hearing this heartbeat, but it doesn't sound like a normal one. It's almost like there two… I just wish I knew why this was happening." she muttered, growing quiet.
From behind her, Hunter let out a breath. "I knew this day was coming…"
"What do you mean?" she asked as she looked at him
"Excuse me M'lady. I will return shortly." he said hastily as he exited the room. After a few moments, he returned. In one hand, he held a small leather journal. In the other, an old photograph. He walked over to where she sat and crouched down to her level.
"There's something I need to show you." he said as he handed her the worn photo.
As she studied the photo, her eyes grew wide. In it was a young man staring at what appeared to be a newborn in his arms, but was surprised her was that the man looked just like…
"It's him… The man from my dreams…" she breathed. She then looked up at Hunter. "Where did you get this?"
"I took that photo the day he brought you to us."
"What? He 'brought me'? What are saying? Tell me what's going on."
"I think that's what this is for." he said as he then handed her the leather journal. "He gave this to me the day he left. Told me to put it somewhere for safekeeping."
She ran her hands over the worn leather.
"He told me to give this to you at the right time. He said I'd know."
"H…Have you…?" she stuttered.
"I assure you M'lady," he interrupted, realizing what she was asking. "I have not read the book. It was intended for you alone and I felt it an invasion of your privacy to read it. If you want me to leave…"
"No." she said quickly as she grabbed his hand which made him blush. "Please stay. I…I don't think I'm ready to do this alone."
"It's a diary." she said as she read the first few words to herself. Clearing her throat, she began to read aloud.
"My dearest Freya, in a few hours, we will no longer be together. Before I go any further, you must know that I did not want to let you go and if you resent me for doing so, I would completely understand. But I feel that you must know the truth about the circumstances for your coming into this world and why I had to leave you behind. That is why I have chosen to write down these experiences for you, in the hopes that when you read these words, you'll be able to understand the reasons for my actions."