A/N: I have to stitch a ton for all of the upcoming conventions, CMVs (Mainly Canadian Please, some other that I can't remember the name of and a weird, rare Hetastuck Stereotype Song crossover) and I have literally none of the costumes needed, so slow updates, but... WE HIT 80, ALL! You have no idea how much I love you all~

The King had been so concerned that he dressed and made his way to the hospital in five minutes flat. His husband soon followed after managing to drain the bath and ensuring that everything was in order. They didn't even have time for transport as far as Alfred was concerned, so they proceeded to speed walk down the road in complete silence before arriving at the hospital. Instinct seemed to take over him; without waiting for a response from any of the staff, he made his way directly to their usual ward at the back of the hospital, which was blocked from the view of the public.

Surely enough, his mother was laid there on the bed with apparatus assisting breathing, along with various different drips. Her eyes seemed rather droopy, which were very unlike the usual sparkling ones that she tended to have. Both hands were lightly gripping the bed sheets, but her son could easily tell that that was as hard as she could hold them. "M-mom?" he whispered, flinching when she jumped and turned her head to look at him. Even under the oxygen mask he could see her lips twitch into the slightest of smiles, and he slowly kneeled to the height of the bed with his head rested on the corner.

Arthur knew that he should probably join but quite honestly felt awkward to do so during their moment. He knew how much his husband adored his parents, even if he wasn't too fond of his own, so it would have been hard for him to join the moment due to the fact that he had no idea of how such a moment was meant to be. Yet, it was strangely comforting for him to see the King being so gentle around her; even if she didn't understand what he was saying, he would repeat the words slower and clearer until she understood and kept a light hold of her hand. That alone proved that he was worthy of his land, plus it suggested that he would be good as a father in the future.

"May I speak to your Queen alone for a few minutes please, darling?" she finally managed to say, and Arthur snapped back into reality. Alfred glanced over at him as he mulled over the options before giving a slight nod and leaving the room, along with the guards. Once everyone else left the room, she motioned for him to kneel by the bed. He did so politely. "I know my son loves you more than you can imagine."

"I know he does, and I love him too," he replied quietly, almost as a retaliation.

"However, I don't."

"Wait... What?"

"I know what you and he did that once. He's my baby so I can forgive him, but some heartless whore... not so much. I read in his diary what he had done with you; he never was smart enough to hide it. Now, I'm not saying that I won't act as if I like you, but if I hear you and my son going at it again, you will be out on the streets, okay?" She was panting for breath when she finished. A sudden urge took over Arthur to tug the drips and monitors off her, yet he simply composed himself and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Then I suppose I should get going so I don't ruin your perfect family," he whispered with a somewhat irritated tone. A similar expression joined it when the King returned to the room and she smiled warmly.

"Alfred, dear, it's getting late and I need to rest. Please go home and get your own rest." He nodded slowly and took his husband's hand in a gentle hold, before pecking his mother's cheek and leaving the hospital. The walk home was slower than the one there, and Arthur soon noticed occasional glances over. "What's wrong?"

"I know it's a bit ironic to say this at a time like this but... could we perhaps fuck tonight? I need to loosen up." Definitely ironic. Exactly the opposite of what he thought his partner would say. Especially as his mother was ill and she had said that she didn't want them making love anymore.

"Um... Not tonight, but I could stroke you or something if you want? I'm completely out of energy." He feigned a yawn as if to confirm it. His husband looked disappointed. Even so, he nodded and continued through the castle towards their bedroom. There, he undressed himself quickly, before laying on the bed with a puppy eyed expression. The Queen ensured that he removed his clothes slow enough to cause a quick arousal. Honestly, he wanted to be pounded into the mattress but the scene played over in his head so many times that he lost track. He approached the bed, being sure to exaggerate his hip movements, before sitting between his husband's legs with a hand wrapped around his length.

He began to move the hand slowly, ignoring the soft noises that his alpha was making in order to prevent his own arousal as much as possible. His eyes stayed locked on the bedsheets, and he continued stroking the organ quickly in an attempt to get it over with as quickly as possible. The King's hips began to move slowly against his hand, and Arthur almost let out a noise in response. The climax followed shortly after. He wiped his hand with a tissue and curled up next to his partner, having completely ignored all of the intimacy. One strong arm wrapped around his waist.

"You don't seem okay," Alfred whispered as he spooned the omega. Their eyes met for a moment.

"Just tired."

"What did mom say to you?"

"She wants grandchildren," he lied. The sudden smile on his King's face made his breath catch in his throat. Lips touched in a sweet, loving kiss.

"Then I'll be sure to get as much mating in as possible when you're in heat, that way we might have a litter~"

Arthur suddenly hated himself. Although he didn't want his husband to hate his mother, he also didn't want his lie to cause a split when he finally got pregnant. They stayed silent for a long time, simply feeling the others' embrace, until Alfred began twiddling the soft strands of his partner's hair around his finger. "I have a confession. They're making me go to another kingdom for a month after your heat, so you'll have to call me to say whether you're pregnant."

"A-ah, right." Fear was drowning him. The increase in mating made him wary, but being left alone with a child inside of him was terrifying. He buried his face in the warm chest of the taller male and forced back panicked tears as much as possible.

Not even a month later, Arthur woke to the sensation of pooling inside of him. Realisation dawned quickly, and he gripped his husband's arm tightly. "A-Alfred, I think I've gone into heat..." The blue eyes snapped open.

"What do you mean you think you're in heat? You were in heat just over two months ago!"

"I've been stressed and it's just b-building up!"

"Stress induced heat? To help loosening up?" As if to confirm, he subconsciously rubbed himself against the warm body next to his. He was instantly scooped up and wrapped in an oversized blanket before being carried towards the mating chambers.

Again, he began to drown in fear as they moved closer to the other room. Yet he felt weak, like he couldn't possibly walk without assistance. He didn't want to mate at all, and knew that his King would want to mate continuously with him for however long it took the heat to finish. This time there was a much higher chance of pregnancy, which would just prove to the alpha's mother that they had continued despite her wishes for it to stop. And his husband would be gone at one point during the pregnancy, meaning that he would be thrown out and forced to fend for himself during that time.