"Hey guys? Somehow the doctor gave me this picture of what the baby looks like!" Daisy exclaims as she waves the ultrasound around in amusement, entering through the Marcus' kitchen door the following morning.

"It's called a sonogram; A picture of the baby from the inside of your stomach. And it's adorable!" Shelby adds, nudging Cyd who had her chin in her hand.

Cyd was bored with all this mushy talk, and part of her was scared. She didn't know why, she and Shelby had the amazing power to time travel to any time or place they could imagine, and had been given the opportunity to help out a princess from the 16th century. Maybe a small part of her felt like Daisy was going to make a wonderful mother and it made her fear for Daisy's safety even more.

But then it occurred to her that if Daisy was here for them to help, they could use their powers to control what they could without messing up the future, including helping a nervous Daisy jump forward to ease her mind when she had worries about her pregnancy.

"The baby on the inside looks small, but i'm starting to bloat on the outside. Oh, what will I say to Sebastian when I go back? How will I explain my protruding stomach?" Daisy suddenly frets, beginning to pace.

"Don't worry! Shelby and I will hide you here, and as long as no one opens a riff or disturbs something, you'll be okay." Cyd reasons, setting a comforting hand on Daisy's shoulder.

Shelby suddenly looks to Cyd in excitement, and her next idea would only add scepticism to Cyd's feelings towards this whole Daisy thing. Upon suggesting that they go to the mall, looking for just basic onesies for the baby, Cyd took a step back, drawing in a breath, fearful that a time rift could open at anytime, anywhere, and didn't want to leave Daisy out of her sight accidently again, or far away from where Barry could open another rift.

Daisy had since planned on continuing to stay with Naldo, where he and Barry could work close together in order to be watchful over Daisy, and be there in case of an emergency. But when the following morning Daisy had began to feel cripplingly ill, this was a situation only the girls could most likely help with. However, Barry tried his best to accommodate the sickly maiden, knowing deep inside that scientifically this wasn't a virus, but the results of her hormones going crazy as God stretched her insides to grow a child.

"Daisy, we're all aware that your hormones are out of whack while you are growing a human being," Barry blatantly began as he sat beside Daisy's bed, and look of confusion arose from Daisy's pale face.

"I'm afraid I feel worse than the Joker who had the plague on his birthday; He still had to perform in the town square." She groans, rolling over on the couch of Barry's livingroom.

Barry was hesitant to do anything other than help her feel better, but he felt her relax upon setting his hand firmly on her shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. Daisy looked over her shoulder at him, smiling weakly with appreciation, but Barry literally felt his heart explode.

"Thank you Barry."

"Your sickness doesn't phase me. I've had Cyd puke on me; She had to eat sixteen burritos as fast as she could, then she proceeded to get on the tilt-a-whirl."

Daisy hadn't understood what he meant by 'tilt-a-whirl', however she smiled politely. She and Barry then sat in silence, content just by each other's presence. Daisy felt really dizzy, however she didn't want to bother Barry, secretly researching more about morning sickness on his phone in order to help his sick princess.

But when Daisy reached up, squeezing Barry's hand and taking him by surprise, he knew something wasn't right. Daisy was using her left arm behind her as leverage, all while gripping Barry's hand, holding on intensely as she went from half-standing up, to leaning back against the couch carefully. She looked shaky and pale, leaning her forehead into her palm.

"Daisy? Can I get you some juice or water? You're really sweaty." He remarks,worrying about the princess potentially passing out.

"No, i've been laying down all day. In my time, if people laid in bed for a long time, they'd forget how to walk and also, they'd lose their legs." She informs him.

"They cut off people's legs?" Barry exclaimed horrifically.

"No, they literally lost their wooden legs! People in our day lost their real legs to disease and sword fighting." She assures him, unphased.

Soon after Daisy leans back against the couch in exhaustion, Barry realized that the main source of her tiredness was the fact that she had been lying down all day. She needed to get the blooding flowing through her veins, and being that it was morning sickness and not a virus, Barry presumed that she would probably be okay to go out. So he called Shelby and Cyd, asking the girls to take her to the mall, getting her mind off all of this time travel fear, and more excitement towards her child.

"I brought homemade soup!" Shelby exclaims proudly as she walks in the door, Cyd close behind.

"Are there any stones in it?" Daisy asks fearfully.

"No… Just chicken and veggies." Shelby reassures her, confused herself but dismissing it as a medieval phrase.

"Woah, she's tough," Cyd remarked towards Shelby in amusement, "You used to eat stones?" She asks incredulously.

Cyd looked to Daisy in amazement that a delicate princess like herself wasn't what she seemed to crack up to be. She was one tough chick in Cyd's eyes, and if she was angry,

"No, we used to take the stones and throw them at each other to determine who gets the weekly rations." Daisy informs her, laughing at it as if it didn't even occur to her that in their days it was completely abnormal.

Daisy sure as heck wasn't someone, (with as much sword experience and stones pelted at her as a princess should have) Cyd would want to fight. Sebastian now appeared weak in Cyd's eyes.

"Okay, the mall closes at seven. We'd better go so we can stop at the church to pick up free and used baby clothes afterwards." Shelby informs them, glancing at her phone.

"Actually," Daisy intervenes, "Can we go not? I'm not feeling up to it."

"Daisy, we know. That's why Cyd and I think that getting out of the house would help get your mind off your morning sickness."

Daisy buries her head into her palms, shielding the tears from pouring down her face. Shelby sits beside her, rubbing her back, reassuring her that sickness would pass, and that they could go another day.

"You girls are so kind. But, it's not just the sickness, but that your times seem to be better and more, 'feminine', and i'm not sure that the baby and I fit here."

Cyd looks to Shelby and shrugs, unsure how to comfort the homesick princess. What they both struggled to understand is why she wanted to return to the tower that she had been trapped in, when it occurred to them.

"Daisy, is it possible that you don't want to go back to the tower but to a time before you were pregnant?" Cyd asks and Daisy nods.

"Because, we know you're terrified, but think; Do you really want to go back and change history? Because time eventually heals wounds and we think you're here because we're supposed to help you and your baby. Besides, whether you're here or not, you're gonna have this baby. And do you really want to raise him or her in a tower?"

Shelby was surprised by Cyd's words of wisdom, but history was history. Changing her past and stopping her from meeting her baby's father would only somehow affect theirs. If Daisy hadn't met Sterling then she wouldn't be pregnant, or locked in a tower even. On the other hand, maybe she wouldn't have had to hide her pregnancy and she and Sterling could have been together. But without any of her life events happening, Daisy wouldn't have needed Cyd and Shelby, and who knows if they would have even received their time travel abilities. There were many scenarios that Cyd and Shelby were terrified to think about.

Cyd and Shelby left Barry's house without any intention to include Daisy or even Barry in the discussion they were about to have. Cyd sided with the idea of taking her back so that they could go back to her time and bring things back to her. However, as always Shelby was hesitant with their time traveling abilities and abusing them. She feared affecting the future in a way that would change the future for both them and Daisy. But being able to show Daisy what might happen in the past of future could ease her nerves.

But if she overreacted and changed the future with one little thing in an attempt to stop it from happening, then what? Would the change be for the better, just like the future lab they had been through in order to stop Janet Smythe? They could save Daisy from her arranged marriage if Sebastian had come back for revenge. But what about changing the future? There were so many uncertainties. They knew God truly held the future, but they had an ability to experiment to see in what ways the future could be changed.

"Reasonably, the only way to ease Daisy's anxiety is to bring her things back from the past, so we don't change anything by letting her see the future. She's more homesick than anxious for the future I think." Shelby reasons, fearful of the lasting effects time travel could have.

Cyd didn't necessarily agree, that Daisy was 500 years in the future, having a baby in a time she didn't know hardly herself, and the last thing she needed was fear that her vengeful ex-fiance was coming back. She wanted to know if Sebastian was coming back, how she would stand in raising her child in a new century, and she deserved some comfort. If they had the ability to time travel, she was going to use it to help Daisy.

But if Shelby didn't agree, they couldn't jump, though they had recently discovered that they could jump with others, so if Daisy agreed, Cyd could jump jack Shelby.

"But of course I love the idea Cyd," Shelby informs her upon hearing her plan, "It's just, too dangerous."

"That's what you always say." Cyd groans.

"Well, there's gotta be some reason we always flashback to Daisy's time when we hug her, but i'm afraid we'll mess something up for her if we take things from her time."

"C'mon Shelbs, what bad can come from bringing back a few items from the past?"

"Um, the plague?" Shelby suggests weakly.

Shelby knew it was illogical that an item could change the future, but secretly was afraid of anything happening to Daisy. Barry had once warned her that a disturbance in time could open up a but it had to be something from the past that was so important to it that would have an impact on the future.

"Shelbs?" Cyd plead, finding the energy for once to do something nice for someone other than herself.

"Cyd, we've gotta stay close. We can't have any disturbances in time, or forget each other. No wandering, no talking unless we're caught." Shelby concludes, giving into Cyd.

"Don't worry; I'm an expert at medieval battle. And trust me, after an afternoon with Daisy, you wouldn't want to know what would happen if we got caught."

-XXX-

Past-time: July 2, 1522….

Cyd and Shelby disappeared in a flash of yellow light, and a darkened room dimly lit by candles and torches cast shadows against the stone walls, only adding to the eeriness of the room itself.

"What a horrible place." Shelby gasped in disbelief that a princess like Daisy could ever find herself in a situation like this.

Suddenly Cyd and Shelby whipped around to the sound of a voice, an old maiden with wrinkled, ivory skin, red in her tired eyes as she looked down at the baby in her arms. She cooed over the crying baby as it faintly wailed, being bounced consolingly in the nurses heavy arms.

"Now little one, future royalty mustn't cry." She hushed.

"Cyd do you know what I'm startin to realize?" Shelby hints.

"That that baby certainly isn't hers?" Cyd remarks bluntly.

"This is the future past! We've jumped to an event that hasn't happened yet in Daisy's future, but our past." Shelby gasped in sudden curiosity to how this was possible as she turned to Cyd.

"And if the baby is born here, does that mean Daisy will eventually go back to her time?"

Shelby pulled Cyd aside, hiding behind a large wooden box and ducking her best friend beside her.

"Daisy can't know; We can't risk our future or her past." She whispers.

"She has to know there's hope of going back."

"Right now, we know it's safest to keep any knowledge to ourselves so we don't risk opening anything up. Deal?" She makes Cyd swear.

"For Daisy." Cyd assures her.

Authors Note: Cliffhanger! What did you think? I'm struggling to decide what the baby's name should be, let alone its gender. Funfat: That's why in the future past the baby was referred to as "Baby" or "Future Royalty" because I had no idea what it was going to be, so the terms are undefined. Please leave suggestions or prompt ideas, and constructive criticism if you feel necessary. Criticism helps shape writers and helps me know what you guys want to read!