I'm putting a request from MH96 and an anon guest together. I hope you both like it! Still don't own Reign, by the way. And Heffron Drive, one of my favorite bands, just released a new song called Parallel, and its lyrics go:

"I'd throw a rope around the moon,

And pull it close, whatever it takes to be with you

Maybe tonight

Maybe tonight the stars align

The stars align"

And I just really liked that it basically has my story title in it, I'd recommend all of you to go listen to it, it's so good!

Mary tried and didn't succeed to keep her smile off her face as she walked briskly down the corridors in a quest to find Francis. It had been a little over a month since they had had their conversation about Lola, and what that meant for them. Mary had some exciting news that she was anxious to share with Francis. She had only verified the information herself that morning, with a midwife and her own ladies.

She found Francis in a meeting with a few advisors, but as soon as she caught his eye, he finished speaking with them to come and join her at the door.

"How are you, my love?" he asked after he kissed her.

"I am extraordinary," Mary proclaimed with a bright smile, not interested in drawing out the good news. They started walking down the corridor slowly.

"And what has you so happy?" Francis asked with a raised eyebrow and smile.

"I have some news, of a more personal nature," she started, trying to figure out how to say it delicately.

"Are you all right?" was Francis' immediate question. She laughed and took his hand, tugging him gently to a stop.

"Francis, remember after the first time we were… together, you had a wish?" she said slowly, looking up at him.

"Yes," he said, looking at her. "I wanted you to be pregnant. Why?"

"Your wish has come true," Mary told him, already smiling brightly, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You're pregnant?" he asked quickly. She nodded. "We're going to be parents!" he exclaimed before hugging her tightly. She giggled and hugged him back. "We'll need to get you a nurse, and get a room ready for the baby, and tell everyone, and-"

Mary cut him off, "Let's just keep it between us for a little while. The moment we tell people, the baby becomes the heir of France and Scotland. Right now, it's just our baby."

"Our baby," Francis mused as he took her hand, a grin spreading across his face. "I quite like the sound of that."

And for anyone who's requested a drabble that I haven't written yet, don't worry! I promise I'll get it done; I just like to go through my list and pick the ones I feel most inspired for, because those tend to turn out better. But I shall get to them, don't worry!