Lotidge 19 taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you

Lotor sighed heading back to his room. He opened the door and started removing his armor.

"Love, I'm back." Lotor announced. He looked toward the draped bed. He heard shuffling. "Are you awake?" Lotor pushed back the drapes.

Pidge winced from the unfiltered light before flopping back down onto the bed.

"So, what did the test say?"

"Positive."

"We're having another child?" Lotor stared at her.

"We don't have to…" Pidge held her stomach. Another baby meant more heart break.

"Another child, a fresh start." Lotor kissed her. She blinked.

"Fresh start? You'll let me out?" Pidge stared at him hopeful. "You're being serious?"

Lotor chuckled and gave her a kiss.

"Look at me." Lotor cupped her face. He whipped the tears of joy from her face. "I love you so much." Pidge put her hand on one of his. He held her close.

It almost broke his heart to crush her hopes.

"Which is why you can't leave this room." Lotor let his hands fall with hers. She looked away from him, toward the bed directly below them. "Hey, don't make that face." Pidge didn't meet his gaze instead choosing to cry into his chest. "I know you're tired of being cooped up, but it's for the best." He gently rubbed her back.

She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up. She's never leaving this room, not as long as Lotor's alive. She felt Lotor's hand graze her stomach.

"I hate you." Pidge mumbled. She felt Lotor tense and freeze.

Did I say that allowed? Pidge pried herself from Lotor's chest to see what his reaction was.

He looked heart broken, yet angry. He looked as if she had died and he was ready to give up on life, yet he wanted her dead.

"Lotor I didn't mean it, I just…" He held his hand up to cut her off. He stood up and got redressed in his armor. Then he just left.

Pidge sat in silence for a bit. She got out of bed and walked over to the door, only to realize he didn't lock it.

She ran to the dresser and grabbed an oversized shirt, and sweatpants.

She paused when she got to the door again. If she left who knows how Lotor would react, especially after what she told Lotor.

Despite her worries she opened the door.

Lotor has gone back to his throne to think. Had Pidge truly grown to hate him? Did she truly no longer love him? Would she run from him again?

His heart hurt. He could still feel her lips on his. She was an addiction he'd happily continue… But what could he do when she no longer cared for him at all?

In the moment she said she hated him he thought of killing her.

Throwing her onto the ground. Kicking and hitting her until she stopped fighting. Letting bruises ruin her skin. Not stopping his rage until she stopped moving.

He felt sick to his stomach. He never thought of hurting her like that before. He had been willing to risk the life inside her as well.

Lotor let out a sigh. He was worse than his father. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, Lotor sighed.

"Lotor?" He bolted up.

There stood Pidge, in front of him. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts, and some sleep pants he never wore. Her hair was tied back into the tiniest pony-tale he had ever seen.

She stared at him with concern and worry. He wasn't sure if it was for him or herself.

"I'm sorry for leaving the room. You forgot to lock the door when you left, and you were acting weird and…" Lotor stood up catching the rambling woman's attention. "I… I know you want me to stay put, but I had to check on you."

All his anger and aggression faded. She had sought him out.

"You came directly to me, so I can forgive you." He met her at the base of his thrones steps. He lifted her chin up. Pidge gave him a nervous smile. "Do you really hate me?"

"I was upset, and I was angry…"

"Just answer yes or no."

Silence. Pidge sighed. She wasn't sure if he wanted honesty.

"Do you want my honesty?" Lotor nodded. "I don't know. I still love you and I love our kids, but… You've change so much from the man I married, that you aren't yourself anymore. And I hate who you've become."

Lotor nodded silently at her admission. He let go of her.

"I understand." He simply said. His tone wasn't cold, but it didn't hold the affection toward her she was used to. "Return to our room please, we will talk about this later."

"Alright." Lotor grabbed her wrist before she started walking off. He kissed her deeply.

"I just want you to know, I love you so, so, so much. And nothing will ever change that." Pidge stared at him searching for a lie. Lotor wished she would smile. Or Anything.

She didn't smile.

She didn't nod.

He could see she heard his words, and saw the truth behind them, but he knew she didn't acknowledge them.

She didn't even tell him she loved him back.

She just stared at him silently. As if he was a ticking time bomb, and she was looking for the right way to defuse him.

"Never forget, you are my universe." Pidge wrapped her arms around his neck. Lotor blinked as Pidge places her lips on his in response to his words.

"I'll try not to." Pidge mumbled. She untangled herself from him. "Can I visit the kids on my way back?"

"Just go back, no detours." Pidge tried not to cry at his answer. She walked slowly back to the room.

If she had known where the kids were she would have visited anyways but she barley figured out the way to the throne room from her gilded cage.

She still loved Lotor to some degree, but he kept testing that love.

She yawned as the room started to grow black. She fainted in the hall without warning.

She could hear shouting in the distance.

Pidge barley opened her eyes.

Lotor?

He looked so young, when did he cut his hair?

Pidge was filled with questions as she collapsed.

Marmora stared at the woman on the ground. She looked like KitKat but older.

Speaking of KitKat, she was shouting for servants. She was panicking and shouting for anyone to come for the woman.

Soon their Father arrived.

"Dad?" Marmora tugged on his cape.

"Yes son?"

"Who's that lady?" Marmora wanted to help her, but he didn't want to get in trouble for talking to a stranger. Lotor picked his son up as the druids carried the woman away.

"She's your mother." Marmora stared at the woman a bit longer.

Her hair was slowly, but surely fading to white. She was shorter than any adult he had ever seen outside the arena. Her ears were round, and she lacked any markings.

Still he felt the urge to be close to her. Lotor set the boy on a chair outside the clinic, KitKat sat beside him.

"What's Mama like?" KitKat blinked.

"… She…" KitKat tried to think of an answer. "She's very loving. She's super duper smart and she tells the best stories. She loves us and Papa with every part of her heart."

Marmora stared at the door. He wanted to be with his Mama. He wanted to be able to talk to the woman who gave him life.

KitKat held his hand.

She knew their Daddy wouldn't let Mama leave. He barley let people see her. Mama was stuck in that room.

Who knew if she was ever going to be let out.

"Should we go inside?" Marmora asked.

"No… We'd just end up like her." KitKat warned. Marmora nodded. "Just stay right here with me, and I'll protect you."

"Protect me?"

"From Papa. I won't let him lock you up like he did Mama." KitKat promised. "Promise you won't ever be like Daddy."

"I promise." Marmora stared at the door worried.

Lotor stood by his wife. He held her hand. She wasn't responding. He placed a hand on her stomach.

"Check on the child. She's going to want to save them." A druid started preforming tests. One ran out, only to return with Haggar and medical supplies. "Witch, what's going on?"

"If we want to save the children we have to act now, give them a synthetic womb, a synthetic birth. They will develop as if they were inside your wife." Haggar explained. Lotor nodded.

"Children?"

"By the looks of it you will be having identical twins, congratulations." Lotor was silent for a moment before choosing his next question.

"What happened to her?"

"Lack of exercise, and lack of proper nutrition." Haggar stared at her. "Pregnancy and quintessence don't mix well." The Altean brushed the hair from the human's face. "Take it from someone who almost lost her child from it. She may wake up without memories. If she does… I suggest using the chance to rekindle your romance instead of attempting to force her to care for a child she doesn't remember."

For the first time Lotor felt like she was actually his mother.

"Once you find a way to make her fall for you again, reintroduce her to your children." Haggar suggested. "I hope your relationship with Mrs. Kathrine is better than your fathers and my own."

"Thank you. That means a lot… Honerva." Lotor awkwardly patted Haggar's shoulder. She worked on operating on Pidge.

"I just want your children's childhood to be better than yours… But by the looks of their father, they are already doing better."

"Thank you."

"Go comfort your children, they need you."

"This would be much more comforting if you weren't elbow deep in my wife's insides." That earned him a laugh.

He wanted to stay with Pidge, but he knew he should get the kids to sleep. He'd make sure to be there when she started to wake.

KitKat perked up seeing her father leave the room.

"Bed time."

"Is Mama ok?" Marmora asked.

"She's fine." Lotor smiled. "Bed time. I'll tell you a story."

"I wanna hear about Mama." Marmora smiled as KitKat grabbed his hand.

"Of course, I love your Mother."