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Onto the story, this chapter is going to be a bit short, but something is better than nothing.


Flashback, Charles POV

I walked into the room Sarah and I shared, and saw her curled up in her bed, arms wrapped around her body, cheeks wet with tears, and eyes blissfully closed. She had been so strong for so long since this entire venture with her pregnancy started, and she was finally relaxed. I carefully draped the blankets over her body, and sat beside her, my hand gently stroking hers.

"Is it done?" Her voice was a broken whisper. I sighed.

"It is done." Her hand twisted, so our palms were against each others. Her fingers slid between mine, and I felt her grip tighten slightly, as she slowly fell back to sleep.

She needed peace. And I could only hope that she would be at peace back in England, safe at home with her family.


Henry POV

"How is my sister?" I checked on Sarah daily. After banishing her to her rooms, my temper cooled and I immediately felt guilt over hitting her. She was pregnant, and she was my sister. I may be head of our family, but she did nothing to deserve being hit. She tried her best to get Margaret to safety. She did her best to even try to bring her body home.

"She is very quiet, Your Majesty. It is rare when she speaks, and when she does speak, she does not say much." Why was she so quiet?

"Please let your lady know I am here to see her." The lady in waiting curtsied, and walked into Sarah's room. I followed right behind her, and saw Sarah lying in her day bed in a loose pale gray gown, stitching a tiny christening gown. It was intricately detailed, with tiny embroidered patterns. She made to get up as soon as she heard my name, but I quickly stopped her. Her stare at me was sad, but she smiled anyways.

"How are you doing?" She put her stitching down, and seemed to shrink. I cringed when I saw her delicate features crack and crumble under my gaze, turning the strongest woman I knew into a broken doll.

"I miss him, Henry." She did not need to say who. Charles had been banished for just over 3 weeks now, and he apparently wrote daily to Sarah.

"I know." It was all I could say. I could not say I was letting him return, not without him apologizing first.

"I have nightmares about dying on that night." She looked me in the face. "When Buckingham took me. I have nightmares about what he did to me." She sighed, and placed her hands on her belly. "Can I bring this child into the world without seeing them only for what their father did? Can I even love this child?" A tear rolled down her face, and she quickly wiped it away.

"You are one of the most loving, caring women I know, as well as the strongest one. You will love this child because it is yours. Forget about the father. This is your child, Sarah, they will be good because they have a great woman to call mother." I got up and kissed her on her forehead. "I must go." She nodded, and watched me leave.

"Give my love to Mary, will you?" I smiled at her and nodded, before going to speak to Norfolk and Boleyn. Apparently they had news for me. And for the sake of my sister's happiness, I had a letter to send.


Sarah POV

I laid in bed, relaxing in hopes of getting a little more rest before the baby came. 'Or babies.' I smacked the thought away. It was a dream. Nothing more. Feeling another dull ache in my back, I got up and walked around my rooms in my nightgown and overcoat. The ache had been present for a few days now, never constant, but never this sharp.

"My lady, are you well?" Mistress Porter, a dragon of a midwife that had been assigned by Henry and Doctor Linacre, stood by me, supporting me with a gentle hand on m back.

"Just a few minor pains in my back, Mistress Porter, nothing more." Another sharp pain hit, stabbing me and causing me to wince.

"Pains like a throb, or sharp like a knife?"

"A bit of both." She quickly turned me around, walking back to the bed.

"Best you get back in there my lady, Your babe is on their way soon, and you'll need all your rest!" A splash was heard, and my skirts were immediately wet. Mistress Porter seemed even more eager to get me into the bed at this. "Or now!" She bundled me back into bed, and helped me settle in. "Rest up, your babe will be within your arms soon!" I closed my eyes and felt another sharp pain as my ladies ran around getting cloths and hot water for the birth.

My babies would be here soon.


Charles POV

"I heard you crawled here like a dog." Leave it to Henry to make me seem like a fool.

"Something like -"

"Hold your tongue. You were always too useful with it." I grit my teeth and tried not to growl at him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Have you come to beg my forgiveness?" Not his.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Well, then beg for it." I sighed internally. This was all for Sarah.

"With all my heart. With all my soul. With every ounce of my being. My king, my sovereign, my dread lord I beg you to forgive your miserable servant your humble, worthless, thoughtless servant who deserves so little and by your bounty and your grace was given so much. Ungrateful wretch that I am. Unworthy of Your Majesty's love." Ungrateful for Sarah's love. Ungrateful for the ability to know her, to love her.

"Come here." Henry called me to the back room, and stripped his arms of his sleeves. An arm wrestle? I quietly took off my chains and such. "If you can beat me you can come back to court. Ready?"

I had to beat him.


Sarah POV

OH DEAR GOD, WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH!

"You're doing well my lady!" A scream ripped from my throat. The pain paused, and I took a deep breath, feeling like I had been struggling for day, when I knew it had only been hours. "At the next pain, I need you to push!" The pain quickly came back, and I pushed, screaming loudly.

"FUCK YOU BUCKINGHAM!" Mistress Porter laughed loudly, encouraging me to push. "Sorry..." I mumbled through my clenched teeth

"My lady, I have heard that from every woman through her first birth. One last push, and your babe will be here!" I squeezed my eyes closed, crushed the sheets between my fingers and pushed. I felt a sliding sensation between my legs, and gasped for air. A weak cry came through the air before another stabbing sensation.

"You have a daughter, my lady, but I need you to push hard once more, and her sibling will be here with her!" I pushed hard, the loudest scream of the entire birth ripping from my throat. I felt another sliding and fell back onto the pillows, drenched in my own sweat. I panted, and watched as they scrambled with the second baby, whose cry was weak, and barely heard.

"My baby..." Mistress Porter came up to me, and handed me the small child. He was tiny, barely bigger than my arm from elbow to wrist.

"A boy, my lady, but he is very weak." I held him close to my breast as the priest blessed him, before turning to me.

"You must name him, my lady." I stared at the tiny child, his breaths shallow, raspy. He would have a strong name.

"James. He is James Arthur Tudor." I touched my forehead with his. "Mama loves you Jamie. Mama loves you so very much. Go with God knowing you are loved dearly."

All I could do was watch quietly as he breathed his last breath. A tear rolled from my eye, and released the fountain of water. I sobbed, and one of my ladies took the baby, dressed him in his tiny gown, the one I had sewn to and from Portugal, and handed him to the priest, who took him to be buried. I was helped up, the sheets were changed, I was bathed, dressed, and put back into bed. Then, and only then, was I given my daughter.

She was tiny, but bigger than her brother. I did not want to lose both my babies. "Hello little one." I sniffled, both happy and sad at the same time. "Hello my little Abigail. Abigail Olivia Tudor." I hugged her close, and never wanted to let go.


So we finally meet the first babies of Sarah Tudor!

I kinda flip flopped between what would happen with this. First it was James only, and she would hate him, then it was James and Abigail, and Sarah would somewhat love them, and then it was Abigail who was hated, then James who was loved, then it was both of them loved. I was being very indecisive and decided to finally have both babies, but only have Abigail survive.

Don't worry though! She'll have a few more brothers and sisters soon enough, hopefully by second season.

Also, VERY IMPORTANT: I have gone through all of the chapters and fixed little spelling errors and such, just so everyone knows. I think I got them all, if you see any I may have missed, feel free to PM me with them.