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"Jareth, if you touch my breasts one more time, I'll knock you into next week!"

The Goblin King stepped back from his hostile, beautiful and pregnant wife. At now eight weeks along with twins, Sarah's symptoms had become far more intense and he sometimes felt like he was walking on egg shells, not that he would ever complain.

"No, don't step away from me," she said and burst into tears. This is what he meant by egg shells, her mood swings at the moment were driving them both mad but at least they were only in the morning. After waking and throwing up, Sarah's mood was unpredictable and ranged from hostile to depressed to relaxed, Jareth never knew what to expect till it happened. This morning was hostel followed by tears from his reaction.

Holding out his arms, Sarah walked into them, wrapping her arms around his waist while he ran his fingertips up and down her back. The royal couple stayed in this position till Sarah's tears dried up and she reached up and kissed him.

"I'm so sorry I yelled at you, my King," she said, wanting to ease the hurt she'd inflicted. "I really don't deserve you at the moment, you take such good care of me and you never complain or shout back." Her voice broke on a sob.

"Oh, my love," Jareth gently placed his hand under her chin and looked her in the eye. "What kind of husband would I be if I complained or shouted at my expectant wife? I love you and that's all that matters right now. You could scream that you hate me and I would still be here." Placing a kiss on her lips and then rubbing his nose with hers had the effect he wanted when she smiled.

"I will be more careful with your breasts from now on, I'm sorry if I hurt you too much."

"Their just so sensitive right now, I didn't realise till you touched them and I shouldn't have taken it out on you, that was really unfair of me. I'm so sorry."

"No need to be sorry, my love." With that said, they bathed together as always before dressing and having breakfast.

"Would you mind if I wrote a letter to inform my parents of our news?" Jareth asked between bites of his breakfast.

"Um," seeing her hesitant look, he knew she wasn't saying something.

"What is it, my love?" Reaching across the table, he held her hand gently in his, offering comfort.

"What if I miscarry?" The fear in her voice was clear.

"Miscarry?" The term wasn't one heard in the Underground. "I'm not sure I follow you, my love."

"Miscarriage is a term used when a woman's body rejects the foetus inside her," Sarah explained while stroking her lower abdomen. She wasn't showing yet, another two months and she would be but she already felt fiercely protective of the lives inside her.

Standing from his chair, Jareth walked round the table and knelt at his wife's feet. Knowing now what was worrying her, he hoped to completely relax her fears as she had nothing to fear.

"I don't know that term because in the Underground miscarriage doesn't happen," seeing her stunned look he continued. "For a fae woman to conceive is difficult, as you know and so when she does become pregnant the magic of the Fates protect both mother and child to full term. You have nothing to fear, my love, nothing at all."

"What about still-birth?" At his confused looked, Sarah had her answer. Her babies were going to be ok, no matter what.

The Goblin Queen sobbed her relief at the news and buried her head into her husbands shoulder. Jareth, once again, held his wife till she calmed down and was able to finish breakfast.

Sitting in his study a few hours later, Jareth reflected on his wife's concerns and decided to hold off on telling his parents the good news till Sarah was truly happy to tell them herself. He knew that they would be over the moon for them and would insist on throwing a ball in their honour. With Sarah's changing emotions, sickness and exhaustion, a ball would be the last function she'd want to attend. With this in mind, Jareth would leave the decision up to his lovely wife and allow her to tell them when she was ready.

Sarah was sitting in The Queen's Gardens with a book that she wasn't really reading. Her mind was accepting the fact that her babies were safe inside her and the chances of losing them were zero. As she sat under the willow tree, she felt, for the first time since finding out she was pregnant, a sense of serenity come over her heart.

She was going to be a mother and the smile that lit up her face at the thought was well worth seeing. A family of her own that she would love unconditionally and would love her back. The family Sarah should have had in the Aboveground but it no longer mattered where her family was as long as they were together.

Unconsciously, Sarah placed her book on the ground beside while her other hand rested on her lower abdoman and she quietly hummed a lullaby while her mind pictured a boy and a girl playing happily in her gardens with their father. The daydream wasn't clear but the rush of pure joy in Sarah's heart brought tears of happiness to her eyes.

Feeling suddenly energetic, Sarah appeared in her old chambers and decided a change was in order. Pushing up the sleeves of her dress, she set to work on changing her old room into a nursery. As she worked, Sarah kept in mind that she didn't know the sex of the twins and so enchanted everything to change colour once she knew or when they were born.

By the time she had finished, two beautiful, dark wooden cribs stood where her bed once was and a painting of the Labyrinth, Jareth and Sarah graced the wall they were pushed against. Two changing tables in the same dark wood had been placed where her vanity table once was and the closet was rearranged for baby clothes. By the fire, two rocking chairs with foot stools awaited use and the bathroom had been changed to suit two babies.

Once the redecoration had been finished, Sarah was exhausted. She walked back into her chambers, curled up on the bed and fell straight to sleep. This was how Jareth found her a few hours later and he couldn't help but take a few minutes to gaze lovingly at her sleeping form. As he took a step back from the bed, he noticed the door to her old chambers was ajar.

When he opened the door, Jareth couldn't help but gasp at the changes his Queen had made and was amazed at how beautiful it was. Seeing this made the fact he was going to be a father all the more real and he was suddenly impatient for his children to be born and have them safe in his arms. He had been waiting along time to become a husband and father and he sometimes thought it was all a dream. With all the wished away children he looked after and adopted out it was no wonder he wanted to have a family of his own and he would do everything in his power to protect his new family.

"Do you like it?" Turned at the sound of his wife's voice, Jareth couldn't help the smile of joy on his face as he wrapped her in his embrace.

"It is beautiful, just like my wonderful wife," and he kissed her.