Author's Note: Hello lovely readers! Thank you so much for being patient with this story. As mentioned in the previous chapter, I changed the order of the prompts to post the previous one as I had already written it at that time. Furthermore, thank you for your continuing support, reviews, and kudos!

This chapter takes place about 5-ish years after the birth of Alexandre and Céleste. Enjoy!

"I'm terribly sorry I couldn't make it down for breakfast," Belle said groggily as Adam entered their room after his morning meal to change. "I'm afraid I'm not feeling well at all."

Adam sat down beside his wife on the bed, and took a one of her hands in his. Her skin was cold, but he mentally told himself not to become worried so easily. The air was chilling in the autumn months, and it had been particularly cold that night. He remembered because he and Belle had been in a tight embrace to keep warm, though the layers of blankets and furs did that well enough already.

"You shouldn't be so close," Belle said with a half-smile. "I could be contagious."

"That couldn't keep me away from my wife," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"Did you see the children this morning?"

Adam laughed. "Yes, they were in good spirits, though they missed you. I told them not to worry."

"They shouldn't," she insisted. "And nor should you."

"That won't make me fuss over you any less," Adam insisted, inching closer towards her on the bed. "Are you sure you don't want me to get Mrs. Potts to bring you some soup, or tea, or…"

Despite herself, Belle laughed at her husband's unrest. "It's fine, I just need rest."

Slightly defeated, Adam nodded and after trying to convince Belle to let him complete his work in their room, his wife shooed him out to get some sleep.

After that morning, Belle's condition seemed to improve, however much slower than Adam would have liked. His impatience threatened to get the better of him, and he had to force himself numerous times a day to not get up from his study and check of his wife or his children. Sometimes however, he couldn't resist the urge and would sit by the bedside, holding Belle's hand as she slept.

One day, however, Adam heart raced as he unmistakably saw a physician leave their room, and he rushed inside, terrified of what his wife would tell her.

"Was that a physician? Is everything alright? Why didn't you tell me you called for one?" His mind was filled with questions, and they all seemed to exit his mouth at the same time in a jumbled mess. He had no idea if he was making any sense.

"Everything is fine, love," Belle said brightly. Even so, Adam wasn't convinced. "In fact, everything is more than fine."

Adam stared at his wife blankly for a moment, trying to understand what she was saying. Finally, Belle rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I'm pregnant, you clot," she laughed, finally, reaching out and clutch her husband's hands. Again, Adam stared at her blankly, trying to take all this information in.

"You're pregnant," he said, breaking the silence.

"Yes!" She cried happily.

"You're pregnant."

Belle nodded.

"Somehow I don't know if this is better or worse."

Belle smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "We've had children before, and the physician said second births usually proceed much quicker."

His wife was right, he needed to calm himself. He already had two children, two beautiful children and now he couldn't wait to have another.

Finally, Adam embraced her ferociously. "I do love you so much."