A/N When I first wrote the Princess and the Goblin 2, I never thought of making a sequel. During its writing, however, I came up with an idea of Irene being kidnapped by pirates, and it just stuck :D
Same deal: I own no PatG characters, except Angelina, and the Goblin Cat and King and Queen's names. Also, I only own the Captain of the Bloody Fang, the Bloody Fang itself, and Simon for Pirates of the Caribbean, and any other OCs. PotC is owned by Disney. Barbara and Millie are owned by Alu In Chains. Froglip's surname is owned by MonMonMouse from DeviantART.
Chapter 35
It's Starting…
Two Months Later...
Irene sat in a rocking chair, happily writing in her diary. She had been writing in it ever since Froglip first mentioned she should nine months ago. She was hoping in the future, someone would read it and understand her love for her husband, despite their differences. She wrote about when she first saw the Goblin Pets, and first met Curdie,
Gripping Turnip in my arms, I ran through the forest. Various ugly creatures popped out from holes in trees, rocks, and the ground. Everywhere I looked, I saw those monsters. I had never been so scared in my life, and had never wished so dearly for my nurse, dear old Lootie.
Growing tired, I collapsed on the rocks and released Turnip. The creatures closed in on us slowly. I was so frightened. I curled up and began crying, praying that I got out of there alive. I promised to myself that if I managed to get home alive, I would never wander off again; I would never abandon Lootie. I would stay where she could see me. All I wanted was to get back home.
I do not know for how long I had been crying, but the next thing I heard was a boy's voice. "Who's there?" I asked, lifting my head. In front of me, I saw a boy about my age. He wore simple clothing, so he was not from the castle, but probably the village nearby. He had red-brown hair and kind blue eyes. He held a lantern in his hand.
"Look, Turnip," I said to my cat. "It's a boy." I then noticed that those monsters were gone.
To after her wedding day,
As I waited for Froglip to come to my, pardon, our room, I removed my white wedding dress, hardly believing I was now married. Months ago, I would have detested being married; especially to a Goblin prince. But now, I couldn't have had it either way. I loved Froglip with all of my life, and I knew he loved me as well.
By the time I was stripped to my chemise, I heard a noise behind me. Looking in my mirror, I saw that Froglip had come in, and the noise was the bedroom door being shut. His shocked look was so funny; I could barely keep my laughter at bay. His eyes were twice as big as they normally were, and his jaw hung loose. I turned around and asked, "You like what you see?"
His only response was a blink. I closed my mouth with his hand, and whispered, "I thought so." I kissed him and turned away, and walked to my, excuse me, our bed. Suddenly, he grabbed me from behind, spun me around, and kissed me deeply. I returned the kiss, running my fingers through his thick hair. We fell back onto the bed, but not even that could interrupt us. We only continued to kiss. As I removed Froglip's cape pin, one thought ran through my mind: I am ready to truly be a woman.
And the previous night,
I was awoken from my sleep by a soft touch to my bare belly, and an even softer voice. I looked to see my skirt pulled up to my breasts, the blanket on my legs and hips, and Froglip stroking my belly. He had a warm, fatherly smile on his face, and he continued to speak to our unborn child.
"When your mama and I met, we hated each other." He said. "But after we met a second time, and got to know each other better, we fell in love. I never thought I would love a Sun-Woman as much as I love her; much less give her a child. Of course, nothing is impossible."
I smiled as I felt our child squirm, and push against Froglip's hand. I hope the day our baby is born comes soon. I want nothing more than to hold our precious baby in my arms, to sing to, to talk to, but most of all, to love.
Irene laid down her pen and rubbed the top of her large stomach, sighing. She could hardly believe it had been seven months since she and Simon found out she was with child, back when they had been held prisoner on the Bloody Fang. She had been two months pregnant then, so now today was the ninth month. She wanted her baby to be born so badly.
She groaned as her stomach tightened under her hand. Sabrina warned her about this, but told her that unless her water broke, it wasn't true labor. She rubbed her stomach, trying to ease it away. When the feeling didn't leave, she stood to try and walk it off. It was then she felt a trickle run down her legs.
Irene froze right there and then. "Oh my God." She whispered. Then she felt a sharp twinge of pain all over. Groaning, she gripped the rocking chair handle. "Ohhh...oh! Oh my-Froglip!" She whispered. She slowly walked to the doorway of the bedroom, stuck her head out, and yelled, "Froglip? Froglip!" When he didn't come, she realized the pain had stopped. Was it a false alarm?
Then, after several minutes, she felt the pain again. Groaning, she gripped the edge of the door. Taking a deep breath, she screamed, "FROGLIP!"
After a few seconds, Angelina, Sabrina and Froglip came running up. "Irene!" He gasped, seeing her gripping the edge of the door. "What's wrong?"
She stood there, groaning and panting, until the contraction stopped. "M-my water broke." She whimpered. "I'm h-having contractions."
Almost immediately, Sabrina and Angelina ran into the bedroom, rolling up their sleeves. Froglip held Irene to his chest, stroking her back. She gripped him tight, burying her face in his neck. "They're so painful." She sniffed, tears of pain growing in her eyes. "They hurt so bad!"
"Shhh, it'll be alright." Froglip kissed her forehead and rocked on his heels. "This means you're having our child. Once it's here, the pain will stop. Just keep that in mind." He then felt her stomach, which was pressed against his own tighten. Irene cried out in pain, hugging him tighter, if that were possible. "You're alright." He whispered. "You're ok."
"I-it feels as though I'm dying." Irene whimpered, biting her lip.
"You're not." Froglip said sternly, yet still softly. "Not by a long shot."
"Alright, we're ready." Sabrina called out. She and Angelina had moved the blanket and pillows on the bed so Irene had a comfortable place to sit and wait out the contractions.
"C'mon, Baby." Froglip slowly lead Irene back into their room. Her contraction stopped, but she still gripped his hand. As she climbed into bed, Angelina asked, "Shall I alert the king?"
"That sounds like a good idea." Sabrina nodded. "But don't let him in here. Irene doesn't need the added stress."
Nodding, Angelina ran through the halls until she found the king and Jethro talking in the throne room. Ever since River took the crown, Jethro had been able to relax, and visit Froglip more often. The cats were also in the room, Turnip and Grazzlegritch sitting with Barbara and Millie respectively.
"Your majesty," Angelina curtseyed. "I am happy to announce that Princess Irene is having contractions; she is having her child."
"What?" The king exclaimed, jumping up. Jethro's ears perked up. The cats turned to the maid with astonished expressions.
"Yes, but I'm afraid you cannot come; you'll have to wait here. Irene is enough distress, and she does not need any extra stress."
Sighing, the king sat back down and nodded, "At any rate, thank you for alerting us, Angelina."
She nodded, curtseyed again, then turned around and ran back. The king rubbed his face, moaning. "Oh, it's happening."
"Aye, that it is." Jethro nodded, feeling nervous for his daughter-in-law as well. "All we can do is wait."
"And pray that she will be alright."
"She'll be alright, Peter." The old Goblin chuckled.
"She is just a child!"
"I don't know about Sun-Women, but I know some Goblins have had children at Irene's age; younger even. They all made it, and are their children happily."
"Humans aren't the same as Goblins." The king rubbed his temples. "Can we just, not talk about it until we hear some good news?"
"Alright." Jethro nodded, sighing. If Irene's delivery was like a Goblin's, they were going to be waiting quite a while.
"C'mon." Barbara stood up and started for the cat's master and mistress' bedroom.
"Where are you going?" Millie asked.
"To th'dinin' room fer tea." The orange and white she-cat said sarcastically. "Where d'ya think? I'm goin' to the bedroom." She continued on her way.
"But, Barbara!" Grazzlegritch protested. "Did you not hear what Angelina said? We can't go in."
"You're right." Turnip smirked, following his mate. "But she never said anything about waiting outsideof the door. Don't you want to be there when Master and Mistress' child is born?"
"Well, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Millie ran after the other gray cats, leaving Grazzlegritch behind. Finally, he leapt up. "Wait for me!"
A/N I haven't seen the Princess and the Goblin movie for a while, so the scene where Irene is chased by the Goblin Pets is sorta fuzzy, but I think I got it down for the most part.
You may remember the after-wedding scene from PatG 2, where Froglip came in after Irene got out of her dress ;)
This scene, I wrote it before I remembered there was a similar one in the previous chapter ^^;
I only know how labor goes through research, so I'm not going to get it perfect. No one's perfect, after all.
Rainlily216: Unfortunately, I don't have any plans for a sequel. I never had any ideas for one. Besides, I think this is a good enough sequel for PatG 2, and I won't be able to come up with another good sequel.