Disclaimer: I only own a copy of Skyrim.

I feel bad, because I re-wrote this chapter three times, but I couldn't really...write what I wanted written the way I wanted it written. It feels rushed, and I don't like it, but I also don't know how to change it. If you have suggestions, let me know.


It wasn't long before Samar found herself in a wagon on her way to Solitude. This time, she decided to leave less than a month after the Night Mother warned her to stop with the contracts for the time being. After arguing with Cicero for days, he finally (and quiet sadly, but she resisted his cute pout) agreed to let Lucien stay with her in Solitude. She insisted that it was to allow him to socialize with the children there and maybe even learn a little from the Bard College, but she didn't want to admit that she would be too lonely without her son and new husband. She loved her housecarl and Elisif, but it wasn't anywhere near the same.

Weeks passed, and Samar's stomach returned to the same fat, unattractive bump that she had with Lucien. Lucien, like Cicero, liked it. Although in this case, he was more curious about how his baby brother or sister was in there. He had constant questions, like how the baby got there and how they were coming out. She wished Cicero was there to help with the awkward situation, but she ended up ruffling his hair and telling him to go play.

She was perhaps her seventh month along when she found herself in Elisif's castle to celebrate. There was only a few people there, most of the people having already dropped by the day the baby was born. It had taken the couple a very suspiciously long time, but they finally had their first baby, a little boy that they named Felix. Lucien himself had just recently reached six years old, and since his father was away, he was very determined to be the man of the house. Samar couldn't help but think about how cute it was, but he gave an adorable pout and scowl when she commented to visitors that he was adorable when trying to be the man of the house.

"Congratulations!" Samar said cheerfully to Elisif as they hugged tightly. The new mother was beaming.

"Thank you!" she chirped back with a wide smile. She glanced down at Lucien, who politely handed her the small gift they got for the baby. The Jarl bent down and took it, kissing the boy's cheek. "I haven't seen you since you were just a little baby. You're a big boy now."

"I'm man of the house," he said determinedly, his look completely serious.

"He's been saying so since Cicero has to stay home due to our business," Samar explained in a hushed tone to her. Elisif smiled.

"Aww, well isn't that cute?" she commented, making Lucien scowl. "Lucien, there's some friends playing in the courtyard if you'd like to join them."

Looking up at his mom, she nodded her permission, and he scattered out the door. Samar accompanied Elisif to the baby's room. The room was decorated in the many gifts the first baby of the Jarl got from the people and other Jarls. Even Jarl Ulfric sent Felix a child-sized sword and shield, for when he grew bigger. "To make him into a strong warrior one day" was written on the message that came along with it. Until that day came, it was safely tucked away in the chest in Elisif and Falk's room.

"He's adorable," Samar cooed towards the infant.

"When are you due?" Elisif asked, glancing at her stomach.

"About two months."

"Really? You look a lot farther long."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Samar scowled. She did certainly feel bigger than her last pregnancy, but she had always assumed that it was due to this being her second pregnancy.

"Nothing," she said a bit quickly. Samar shot her a small glare, but it immediately dropped when she heard a loud scream followed by a familiar shout.

"FUS!"

Elisif quickly dashed down to the courtyard, Samar following as fast as she could. In the courtyard, a small girl was crying and Lucien, among two other children was looking up at the top of the wall.

"What happened?" Samar asked.

"Lucien shouted at a man and he ended up there!" one of the kids immediately tattled, pointing up at the top of the wall that the children were staring at. A limp man was laying half over the wall.

"I didn't mean to send him up there," Lucien said tearfully. He immediately ran to his mom and threw his arms around her. "I thought I just pushed people away, I didn't know that it made them fly too!"

"It's alright sweetheart," Samar comforted while smoothing his hair.

"The man tried to grab me!" the sobbing girl wailed.

"Where's your parents?" Samar asked her.

"Her father's Jarl of Whiterun," Elisif told her in a slightly hushed tone. "Her mother and her came to bring Felix a gift. Somebody must be after her for ransom or something."

Samar nodded as several parents came out to calm their children, immediately taking them home. She thought best to do the same, taking Lucien's hand in her own and walking home with him. It was silence the entire way. When they walked inside, he broke the silence.

"Mom, I know you told me to not shout, but I-I couldn't let them take Dagny!" he defended himself. Samar placed a hand on his head before smoothing it.

"You did the right thing," she said softly. "But you need to be more careful, Lucien. We can't let people know that you are Dragonborn until you are older, and receive proper training from the Greybeards."

"I know," he said. Despite his sadness, he had Cicero's insane smile on his face. "Can I go to the Bards College?"

"I think it's best if you stay home tonight," Samar replied quietly. He gave a silent nod and slowly dragged himself down the stairs.


For the next month, Samar kept a closer eye on Lucien. She feared that with him having demonstrated just a fraction of his Dragonborn power, that the man who had sent for Dagny would send for Lucien. The civil war was growing more, and more intense. Astrid had relished in it because it meant the guards were more spread out and off fighting war than protecting contracts. When Samar pretty much took over, she enjoyed the same idea. She knew that everybody in the Sanctuary, in one way or another, supported the Imperial Legion, but nobody really did anything to help with the war effort.

Around this time, the same midwife from her last pregnancy was there to monitor her. She was just a bit over eight months pregnant, but she looked and felt bigger than her last pregnancy. Samar couldn't help but also feel like she was going to deliver sooner than expected. Less than two days later, Cicero was at the front door in the very early hours of the morning. Lucien had shrieked and immediately clung to him, excitably yelling at him about how he was man of the house, how he protected his friend with the power of his thu'um and more. The jester had laughed alongside with Lucien.

That night, Samar went into labor. Three longs hours later, to everybody's surprise, they had twins, a boy and a girl. The midwife was paid, and she left the two alone with their newborns. Lucien somehow had slept through it all.

"Vicente and Amaya?" Samar had suggested. Cicero nodded. He was holding his daughter and Samar had their second son in her arms. The couple kissed before Cicero remade the make-shift crib out of two chests and placed the snoozing babies inside them.

Cicero crawled back into bed next to Samar and wrapped an arm around her, snuggling into her before they both drifted off to sleep.

Only to be awoken a few hours later by their down being kicked in.