My second offering of the night. It's much longer and I hope you all appreciate it! I would like many reviews and I will try to post the next chapter as soon as I can, but I 've just exhausted my written chapters and I've got a little writters block at the moment. Still, enjoy!

Eighteen Years:

Sarah opened her eyes and stared at the canopy over her shared bed, trying to analyse whether it was just nausea that she felt or if she was actually going to be sick. It took just a few moment for her to realise that the rolling of her stomach did actually mean that she was going to vomit . She bolted from the bed and tried not to think about the morning sixteen years ago when she had done the same thing. Mercifully, Jareth had not heard her and she rinsed her mouth out quickly before returning to the bed. Not wanting to get either Jareth, or her, hopes up. As much as she desperately hoped she was pregnant, she feared it too, she feared that she would once again lose her child, she could already feel the new life growing within her, she had felt it growing there for days but had not really acknowledged it. Now she knew that she would have to acknowledge it. She would have to go to a healer and get him to confirm what she already knew. Jareth stirred and she looked over at him, he was truly beautiful when he slept and he was all hers. She smiled a slightly possessive smile and kissed him gently. His eyes flashed open and he pulled her close to him in a gesture as possessive as her smile had been.

"Good morning, My Queen," he breathed and kissed her fiercely, she returned it in kind before she pulled away and once again got out of bed. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him.

"Jareth, I have things that I need to do today and you have a kingdom to run," she laughed, then tilted her head, "and from the sound of things, children to steal." She smirked at his slightly outraged expression, then leant in to kiss him again, he pulled away and laughed at her pout.

"'Children to steal', My Love," he rolled out of bed and tossed a crystal in the air, instantly clothed in tight fitting black pants and loose black poets shirt, nowhere near as intimidating as he had been when she had first seen him.

"Have fun," she smiled and went to take a bath.

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The healer regarded her with quiet amazement after he had examined her. That she had fallen pregnant in her first few years of marriage had amazed him, that she was pregnant again was yet another proof that she had not been born Fae.

"Why is it so amazing?" Sarah asked him with a small frown. "Vaela has been pregnant every few years since I have come here."

"The Fairy Queen has never yet carried to term, Your Highness, I doubt she ever will." The elf looked at her and raised a delicate brow. "Do not rejoice to early, My Queen, though it gives you pain, you must remember what happened the last time." Sarah nodded her face full of sorrow and her eyes full of pain, she understood. "Do you remember the recommendations that I made last time?" She nodded, no magic, no meat and no stress. That meant that she would have to avoid seeing Toby at all costs, since all they seemed to do was argue. She acknowledged that she should not see Toby or anything that would cause her undue stress, but she was not going to spend the next five months on a diet of vegetable soup and salads. Nor was she going to walk everywhere. She would use her magic and she would eat meat. Meals had felt incomplete with out a nice steak or piece of sausage. Still, she smiled sweetly and nodded her agreement to his terms for the moment. She would make her own terms as she saw fit when she had discussed things with Jareth later.

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She looked into the fire as the toddler played with a ball nearby. The clock above the mantle was the thirteen hour one that showed that someone was running the Labyrinth. Beside the fire a crystal floated and she could see her husband grinning maniacally at the girl who was running. She had to admit that he could be truly terrifying when he wanted to be. The little girl by the fire held up her hands to Sarah and she leant down to pick her up.

"Story?" She looked up at the Goblin Queen with completely trusting eyes, unafraid of the possibilities that were in her future. Sarah smiled and began to tell her a story of fairy princesses. She was about halfway through when Jareth reappeared in front of them. The little girl looked at him and pulled a face, evidently she did not like Jareth. Sarah smiled up at her husband and continued with the story, aware that the child had only half an hour before she would be taken by Gord's representative.

Later after the dwarf had been and gone Jareth sat opposite her and looked at her seriously. His mismatched eyes were full of concern and they were looking her up and down like he was trying to find something wrong with her.

"Something is bothering you, Sarah," he said quietly, taking her hand.

"I have something to tell you, something important. But... I don't want you to get your hopes too high, things could still go wrong." He nodded but his concern had become more pronounced. "I'm pregnant." He stared in silence, then laughed, delight all over his face.

"You're certain?"

"I saw the healer this morning. He's given me all the same advise." Jareth could tell from her tone that she had no intention of following it and he worried for a moment, then reasoned that Sarah's defiant personality, and her mortal background, would lead her to ignore that advise. This could be interesting.

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Five Months Later:

Sarah was sat in her chair by the fire. She was tired and bad tempered. Her feet hurt, her back hurt and she felt fat and ugly. Jareth threw her a soft look from his desk then went back to his paperwork. She irritably flicked through a book, trying to focus and not succeeding. She gave up and closed her eyes, leaning her head back. She just wanted to sleep but she could not. The baby kicked her in the ribs hard and she let out a little grunt of pain that quickly turned into a startled expression as she felt something in her abdomen pull, hard. Her eyes flew open and she scowled. Jareth looked over at her, having heard her reaction to the baby kicking.

"Sarah?"

"It's nothing," she muttered and adjusted her position. It was nearly ten minutes before she felt the tugging pain again. "Oh, my," she breathed, finally recognising it for what it was. She awkwardly heaved herself into a standing position and then wobbled her way across the room. Jareth's concerned face followed her movements. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"Get the healer and bring him to our rooms."

"What's wrong? What's happening?"

"Just get the damn healer, Jareth, now!" She shouted. He was gone in a puff of silvery glitter and she was left to stagger her way to her chambers alone, stopping at decreasing intervals to hold her overlarge stomach and mutter things not normally said in polite society.

By the time she reached her room, her waters had finally broken and the contractions were coming within a few minutes of each other. She heaved a sigh of relief as the door opened and she saw Jareth half out of it, on his way to look for her.

"Sarah!" He exclaimed, staring at her.

"Jareth, just let me in, and tell me that the healer is there." He nodded and moved out of the door, helping her to the bed and to the healer. The elf looked at him as one of his assistants took Sarah's arm and helped her to the bed.

"Your Majesty, I must ask you to leave, you cannot be here during the birth." Jareth began to protest loudly but the healer cut him off with a gentle hand on his arm. "I have called the First Lady and her consort, they will be here momentarily. Please, Your Majesty, wait in your study with them."

"No," Sarah muttered from the bed, "let him stay. I want him here." The healer nodded and Jareth took her hand as a strong contraction tore through her. She let out a muffled groan and squeezed his hand, Jareth winced as the bones creaked but he did not complain.

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Sarah was in labour for nearly four hours, as first births went it was quick and uncomplicated. Healer Nedron was satisfied that she was in no danger and she was delivered of a healthy baby boy late that night. The royal couple sat together on the bed, staring at the baby with eyes that were full of love. Jareth pushed aside the cloth that the boy was wrapped in with one trembling hand, then placed a soft kiss on Sarah's head and returned to staring at the baby in utter fascination. The bed had been discretely cleaned and remade and all of the servants had retired.

"We need a name," Sarah tore her gaze away from her sleeping son.

"We agreed that you would chose, Love."

"What was your father's name?" She asked in reply. He stared at her.

"His name was Jayden, but would you not rather name him for your own father?"

"No, Robert is not a very regal name. Jayden is a better. Our son," she brushed her hand over his shock of dark hair, "Jayden."

There, I gave them a baby, how nice am I? So I haven't developed Cam yet, but trust me I will. Like I say, R&R, I want to know what you think.

Artemis