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It had been five years since she'd finished filming the movie in the Alps and Sarah Williams had returned home to file the marriage license for her 'mystery suitor' as the tabloids had called her husband. She breezed in the door of their desert mansion, having had another production meeting with her team. That had been her last feature film role, she'd given up acting to move behind the camera and use her considerable wealth to move to producing.
Jareth sat, lounged on the sectional couch, reading a newspaper, listening to some equally boring reports on the financial state of Europe, a pleased smile on his face. He had taken to playing the markets like a fish to water, as something to occupy his time while they were Aboveground. Finnian still sent him paperwork to review, but he was considerably more on top of it now, as he had nothing but time when he was at whatever home they were occupying at the time with Sarah.
Collapsing onto the couch next to him, she groaned and kicked her heels off. "I don't see how the women in the British Royal Family wear their damn stilettos in through their ninth month of pregnancy. I'm barely at 6 and it's already torture," she sighed, wiggling her toes a bit.
"Precious, I told you to change to flats the instant we found out, but you insisted it didn't look professional. We went through this last month, and the month before that."
"Jareth, you insist on wearing tights and page shirts still, even after all these years going back and forth. Why on earth would I take your fashion advice," she gazed over at her husband lovingly.
"My darling Queen, you act as though you aren't doing similar, insisting on trousers when we are back in the Castle."
"Those are just more practical," she smirked at him, her right hand laying on his lap.
"And I find these to be more practical," his eyes lit up as a leering smile crossed his face.
Sarah laughed as she leaned over to kiss her husband. They were working their way through things still, even as many years later as they'd been married. The denizens of the Underground hadn't been thrilled when Jareth had returned home from a one night adventure Aboveground and announced that there would be a Queen coming shortly. Until they found out it was the girl that had beaten the Labyrinth and befriended many of them. The travel back and forth was hard on them, Sarah spent most of the business week Aboveground, while Jareth spent the Monday through Wednesday, allowing for court business back in the Goblin Kingdom on Thursdays and Fridays.
Sarah's long suffering friend group in San Diego had squealed with delight when she'd called them from Italy and told them she'd been quietly dating a guy and they'd snuck off and gotten married with nary a whisper of controversy to the papers. Her parents hadn't taken it well, but had understood she hadn't wanted the fuss that would have come with the paparazzi knowing she was getting married. They'd come around though, when she'd shown up, Jareth in tow, and introduced them to her husband.
The horrors he had been clearing from the Labyrinth were finally gone, the three units he had tasked with the clearing had done a phenomenal job, and the entire Labyrinth was now open for runners, the few and far between they were. Rarely did he have to abandon his time with his wife in favor of dealing with a wish-away, and on the times that they were in the underground and it happened, she had taken over watching the child, a distinctly maternal instinct kicking in
The band of misfits Sarah had become fast, close friends with had been overjoyed when they'd finally announced she was with child for the first time, and she'd laughed delightedly when Sir Didymus offered to come out of retirement to become the personal bodyguard to the new prince or princess. Jareth had been quick to stop that one, telling the knight that he had spent many a year in service to the Royal Family and he was welcome to move to the castle, but stay retired.
Looking over at Jareth, his face still buried in the paper, reading the stock reports, she sighed. "You know, this could have been us fifteen years ago, if you hadn't pulled that stunt," she adjusted the way she was sitting again, the baby having started kicking her in earnest again.
"Sarah, we've gone over this a million times, if you hadn't made that mistaken wish, I wouldn't have shown up and done that," he looked over at his wife, his smirk betraying the fact that he knew he was starting a fight.
"We are NOT having that argument again," she glared at him sternly. "We CAN have an argument about how your child is being a pain already."
Setting the paper down, he leaned over and kissed his wife, hand on her stomach. "Precious, I don't think you'd have it any other way."
Smiling, Sarah turned and put her feet on the couch, laying down on Jareth's lap. "You're right, husband-mine, I wouldn't."
He smiled back down at her, content for now with their quiet happy arrangement, both of them having finally stopped making mistakes when it came to the other.