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AN: For everyone who thought that this was going to be a steamy love affair, sorry sweetlings, it's not. Well, I mean, in the grand scheme of things, it's not because really, I surprised myself with that last bit. ANYWAY, here we go diving right into the heart of this story. I also wrote this that one day I was at the consulate, so sorry about the roughness of it, my darlings. ALSO! I know that Princess Claude will be making her entrance into the show when season two comes on, BUT seeing as I have no clue how she'll be (other than apparently a bit of a minx) I'm choosing not to include her in this story for the sake of character stylization. I don't want to attempt a character that we'll soon see…does that make sense? So really, even though Catherine and Henry actually historically have had ten children by this point and the show seems to show five, I'm only including four of them: Francis, Elizabeth, Charles and Henry. Good? Good. Oh, and also, please just go with it that Charles is old enough to remember when Henry was born. I finagled their ages to suit me. Enjoy the read.

Charles and little Henry played around her room as she got prepared for the day. She was back in her own chambers now that her husband had dropped his charges of adultery. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that he had listened to her for once. It might just be that he enjoyed their little tussle in the sheets. The boys were running around her sofa when one of her ladies approached her with her face cream. Glad to finally have her little luxuries back, Catherine eagerly opened up the lid and reeled at the scent.

"What is this?! I told you to fetch my face cream!"

"It is your face cream, Your Grace. I took it out from exactly where you taught me…"

"Obviously you didn't! Get out of my sight." The maid did so, backing away with apologies.

Henry came up and sniffed at the contents of the pot. "This smells like your cream, Mother."

"It isn't, sweetheart."

"But it smells like it and looks like it…"

"Oh, Henry…"

"Mother, do you have a baby in your tummy?"

"What?"

"I just remember you were like this when you were pregnant with Henry."

"I was?"

"Yes, the only time I remember you not wanting your cream was when you had him in your tummy.

"Oh. Well…"

"Mother, am I going to be a big brother?!"

"No, sweetheart, I can't have a baby inside of me."

"Why not?"

"I just can't darling. Now the both of you, run off to your lessons. I will see you later, my loves."

She gave each of her sons a kiss on the head and sent them on their way. Slipping into her shoes, she made her way to Nostradamus. It couldn't be. Surely she was beyond that point in her life? Yes, her cycles had stopped, but she had attributed that to the end of her birthing years. Was there really a child inside her? Another little prince or princess to run around the castle? Catherine loved hearing the laughter of her children bounce off the walls as they chased each other wildly. She chastised them for their recklessness of course, but she could never be truly upset with her children. What mother could? Francis and Henry were fair like her, whereas Elizabeth and Charles took after their father. All of them had acquired some amount of stubbornness from the both of them, although her youngest son had yet to grow into that particular trait. Her King had never spent much time with their children, but she knew he loved them anyway. Catherine could count on him to be there for their birthdays and he would even surprise them on occasion with sweets and presents. Elizabeth had recently written that Henry had sent her a beautiful horse for which she was very thankful. Would Henry buy this child a horse? Or maybe a sword like Charles had gotten—not that she approved of that type of gift for a boy so young. She smiled faintly. Another child to love. Redirecting her path, Catherine went in search of the King. She eventually found him in the map room conversing with one of their ministers. Henry was just so gorgeous. Tall and dark with a charming personality, she had been floored by him. Then everyone else had thought him charming and that had led to bastards and mistresses walking her halls. She shook herself. No time for all of that now, she was his wife and pregnant with his child. Noticing his wife at the door, Henry looked up with that smile of his and Catherine tried to calm her heart. Knowing he was not wanted, their advisor swept a bow and left the room.

"Hello, Catherine." He put down his papers and leant against the table.

She inclined her head. "Hello, Henry."

"Come here to me." She went and he took her hand, twirling her under his arm. "You're looking well, darling." Her skirts swirled and he thought that she looked like a flower of the Court.

She smiled at his antics. "I do, don't I?" He chuckled at her words.

"What is it that I can do for you, wife?" He lifted her hand and took a look at her rings.

"It's more a matter of what you've done to me…" She began, unsure of how she should begin.

He looked at her sharply, confused. "I didn't do anything to you!"

"Mmm, but you did." She hummed, smirking.

"What do you…?"

She took his hand and laid it against her abdomen. "I do believe I have another Valois inside me."

His jaw dropped. "Catherine…a baby?"

"Yes." She smiled and excitedly nodded her head.

Henry was apparently not so excited. "A baby? Another baby?"

"Yes?" Perhaps she shouldn't have told him.

He looked down to where his hand rested on her. "You have my child inside you?"

Catherine mustered up the strength to speak steadily. "I haven't been seen by Nostradamus, but…Henry!"

Throwing her arms around his neck, she held on as Henry swung her about the room. He was laughing and crying and whooping his joy. A baby. A little baby Valois was in his wife's belly, a baby! The guards peeked their heads in to check on them after hearing all the racket that Henry was making. The King had Queen Catherine in his arms, spinning about madly with her. The guards cautiously asked if all was fine and Henry, being as excited as he was, sang out the news. Catherine buried her face into Henry's neck as he literally put her words into song. The guards congratulated the couple and quietly shut the door. Setting his wife down gently, Henry took her face in his hands. When had he last seen her face? Those eyes? That hair? Reaching behind her, he worked quickly to pull the pins from her hair. There were so many this time, but he didn't care as he dropped the pins to the floor. Catherine didn't know what to say. She certainly hadn't expected this reception for her pregnancy. He was happy then? Henry ran his hands through her hair, bringing her close to him and lit a small kiss on her lips. A small kiss that turned into a longer one that turned into a more heated one and soon their passions were running rampant. Steering her over to one of the tables, he sat her up on top of his papers and manuscripts. He kissed her with a hunger she had only remembered from their early days and the coupling that had produced their newest heir. Catherine kissed him back with equal fervor, but stopped him with a slight push when he tried to lay her down on the table.

"As much as I'd like to continue this, my dear, I'm not sure if such…vigorous activity is good for the baby." A soft kiss to his cheek and a soothing hand on his chest.

"What? Oh, yes, of course. Do you need anything? How are you feeling? Shall I call for a palanquin?" He asked quickly.

Catherine laughed at his eagerness. "A palanquin? Really, Henry…"

"Anything you need, just ask for it. You will, won't you?" His deep brown eyes were so sincere.

She smiled her assurance. "Henry, I've been pregnant before, I'll be fine!"

"Shall we see Nostradamus?" He asked.

Catherine couldn't help being surprised. "You want to come with me?"

Henry nodded and she kissed him, completely happy for the first time in a long time.

AN: Yup. Flufftastic pregnancy story. LET'S GO. I hope you liked it? I wanted Henry to be the darling man I think he once was.

To Beawild: Hahah, I tried to warn you all! Henry is SUCH a fool, but this is my AU attempt at showing him as the husband I think he could've been if circumstances had been different.

To smacked lover 22: I'm so happy you liked it. This is definitely a fluff piece, but I hope you'll like it.

To Catherine Woods: I hope you liked this chapter, sweetie. It's not nearly as…ahem, physical, as the last one, but I'm going straight into what the premise was and I hope that's alright with you?

To Maya: I'm sorry if you're disappointed that this isn't nearly as hot as I made it seem from the first chapter, but I really wanted to write that scene for all of our benefits hahaha. Does pregnant Catherine appeal to you? I hope so.

To unnamed visitor: I'm so glad you liked the first chapter. Hopefully you liked this chapter as well? This story was always meant to be a pregnancy story.

To nainachica: HAHAHHA! No, Richard wasn't man enough for Catherine at all. Dunno why she was with him, but I'm whatever about it.

If any of you all have any ideas/thoughts on what you want Catherine to go through during her pregnancy, just let me know! I've got a lot of irritated, shouting Catherine in mind and an overprotective Mary. Anything else, my dears? Let me know and thank you for reading!