This was requested by heather1021! I hope you enjoy it! And I haven't been saying this, but I don't own Reign.

A sharp wail pierced the air, and Mary turned in her bed sleepily. The blankets pooled around her waist as she sat up and looked at Francis sleeping soundly next to her. Mary swung her feet off the bed and stood. She grabbed Francis' robe and pulled it around her tightly, reveling in the warmth it provided.

She walked to the bassinet that was standing next to their wardrobe and smiled down at the baby in it.

"Hello, my darling. What's wrong?" she crooned softly as she lifted the infant out of the bassinet. His cries turned to whimpers as he took in his mother's face and she smiled down at him.

"There, everything's all right, Nicolas," she whispered as she cradled him close to her. Mary stiffened as she heard footsteps coming towards their room. A knock sounded lightly, and Mary was about to walk towards it and answer it when Francis sat up.

"Who's at the door?" he asked, rubbing his eyes quickly.

"I don't know, I was going to check," she said.

"I've got it," he replied and got up. He looked around for his robe until he saw it on Mary and smiled. "I see you've helped yourself."

Mary smiled at him as he walked toward her to kiss her quickly. The knock sounded again, a little stronger this time and Francis sighed. Striding towards the door, he opened it a bit, shielding Mary from whoever was at the door. He kept his voice low, so Mary couldn't hear what they were saying. Suddenly, she heard him chuckle and agree to something. The door swung open and revealed the nurse of their other child, a three year old named Eleanor. When Francis stepped back from the door and shut it, Eleanor was beside him.

"Mama, I had a horrible dream," she said, pouting a little as Francis scooped her into his arms.

"What was it about, my dear?" she asked as she walked to the bed and sat on the edge of it, waiting for Francis to join them and complete their little family on the bed.

"I don't remember, but I was very scared when I woke up," Eleanor said seriously, ever the proper princess.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Ellie," Mary said as she leaned down slightly to look her in the eyes.

"It's all right. Can I sleep in here with you and Papa?" she asked earnestly. Francis and Mary exchanged a glance before agreeing.

"Just for one night," Francis said seriously. They had gone through a phase a year earlier where she would only sleep in their bed with them, and they had no intentions of letting that happen again.

"I know! Thank you!" Eleanor said excitedly as she wiggled off of Francis's lap and crawled to the head of the bed. She got the blankets tucked around her almost before Mary and Francis could react. They smiled at each other, before Mary got up to put the now quiet baby back into his bassinet. She kissed his forehead and smoothed his downy hair before tucking him in.

"Sleep well, Nicolas," she whispered before turning to see Francis standing beside her, smiling.

"What?" Mary asked, smiling in return.

"I was just thinking about how I was right," he said, with a smirk.

"Right about what?"

"I always thought you'd be a fantastic mother. And I was right," Francis said, very matter of fact. Mary's cheeks warmed with a little color as she stepped closer to him to wrap her arms around his neck.

"And you're an equally as good father," she said before leaning up and kissing him.

"Mama! Stop kissing Papa and come sleep," Eleanor ordered sleepily from the bed. Mary and Francis smiled before breaking apart and going back to bed.

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