Disclaimer: I own nothing of Reign. This work is for entertainment purposes only and makes no profit.

AN: As promised, it's midnightish my time, but I wanted to get something else up because I still feel so guilty about making my wonderful readers wait so long. I am really, incredibly sorry everyone! How about some young Catherine and Henry sweetness? This chapter was totally inspired by all those shots by the windows in the castle. I dunno what it is about window seats, but I like them and hope you all will too. Oh, and for this, if it wasn't apparent before, I envision Henry as an only childàthey know they'll grow up to be the King and Queen of France one day. Enjoy the read!

Catherine had settled herself into the corner of her window seat. Pillows at her back to help prop her up, a candle on the windowpane and the moon as her light, she was prepared to read for a rather long while until her fiancé came in. Henry said nothing as he made his way over to her, just greeting her with a smile. He kicked off his boots and flopped onto the window seat with her, using her lap as a pillow. It was nice, these times he took to see her. Sometimes they'd play games or eat or she'd read to him, but other times they were quiet like this. She loved that he was comfortable enough to just walk in and lay his head down in her lap. It was so nice to know that they were becoming better friends, and perhaps he was falling a little bit in love with her as well? She shrugged off the thought. Being with him like this was enough for her, but then she got to thinking.

"Henry?" She began quietly, unsure if he had fallen asleep on her. It wouldn't be the first time.

His eyes were closed, but he still replied. "Yes, darling?" Catherine smiled at the endearment.

"I was just wondering…"

"Yes?"

She said it all in one go. "How many children would you like?"

His lips curved up at the rush of her words. "Hmm, that's a good question. How many would you like?" His eyes were still closed, but he had a bit of that wry smile she liked at playing at the corner of his mouth.

He felt her shrug. "That's really not for me to say. I'll be your Queen and a queen must produce heirs, but I was just wondering how many you would like one day." Catherine threaded a hand through his hair, running through his locks gently.

"Heirs for the throne of France…Would three be a good number?" He hadn't really thought on it before.

"Three? Henry, that's far too few!" He slipped his hand up and took away her book, taking her hand in his onto his chest.

"What would you say would be a good number, then?" He asked, surely his fiancée would have a better idea than he.

Henry could hear that face she got when she was thinking. "I should think six or seven would be a safe number."

"Why stop at seven? Why not ten or twelve?" Surely he was joking?

"Twelve? Henry…" Her fingers in his hair twirled around his forelock.

He nodded. "Yes, twelve. Six boys and six girls, hopefully."

"Those odds are very slight, I'm going to tell you that right now." Catherine chuckled.

He just ran a thumb along the side of her hand. "I know, but I should like to have a sizeable number of sons and daughters."

"Why is that?"

"Being alone for most of my life, it wasn't nearly as fun as I think it could have been." He shrugged.

"I can understand that." She said and he knew she really did understand.

"Would you want a girl first or a boy? And before you say it, answer as if you aren't the future Queen." To which she laughed.

He did love making her laugh. "Either way, I should think I would be extremely happy, but I always thought of myself bringing a little boy into the world."

"Really?"

"Yes, a little bouncing boy at my hip and his father at my side, that's what I always thought of when I thought of being a mother." Her voice was a little wistful and he opened his eyes to see her expression.

"Hmm, I think I can see it. I never really thought of being a father, myself."

"What? You're to be the King of France!" He laughed at the shocked look on her face.

"I know, I know, but when thinking about being king, I never really thought that meant being a father as well. Does that make sense? Of course the two go hand in hand, but for me, it always seemed like being King was the only thing I'd ever be." He turned his gaze to her. "But I see a different future for myself now."

She was blushing. He loved her blush. "Oh? Tell me."

"Well, I see myself at a chateau in the country lying out on the grass, then all of a sudden this little blur comes racing towards me. He's laughing and his mother, her red hair streaming out behind her, is trying to catch him. I see myself standing and scooping up my son and tossing him into the air, much to his mother's distress, but of course I catch him and my little boy is just laughing all the while. He's screaming out, 'Papa, again! Again!' and so I throw him back into the air, and catch him, twirling him around. I settle my boy on my shoulders and kiss his mother to quiet her comments about safety. We're happy and I love them both very much." She had to turn away from his gaze.

"That's…a very sweet dream." His heart was fast beneath her hand.

"One that I hope will come true with you, Catherine."

AN: I love young Catherine and Henry so much. I don't know if that counted as an 'I love you', but…it was close and I'm just sitting here and sighing. Thank you for reading!

To Alex: In my head writing about the crowd, I was like, yup. I'd cheer if my prince and princess kissed after a little tournament too. Haha, thanks for the review!

To Catherine Woods: IT REALLY IS THE BEST LINE. Go ahead and use it. We all love Henry like this, let's be real, hahah! Oh, and remember how this chapter was originally supposed to go? Look forward to a chapter coming up soon on something similar to that ;)

To smacked lover 22: Again with the wait, I am sorry my friend. Another chapter up for penance.

To Beawild: I really wanted this chapter to be young and sweet and innocent and lovely and everything we didn't see. Did you like it?

To nainachica: OMG YES, I WAS PISSED TOO. Like, seriously? You gonna do Catherine low like that? Not cool, Henry. Not cool. Maybe this chapter made it better? Kind of? A little?