PeachymcPeah- I am aware most children do say Dada more than papa. Why I choose papa comes from early chapters when I found writing Daddy was just not working for me and I felt like Jareth would rather be called papa. I actually wrote it in that Jareth actually hates being called daddy and Sarah, who are used to the word has trouble remembering in the beginning. So I built it into the story that in the underground as I find they are quite old fashioned and that Mother and Father or Mama and Papa are more common than the modern mommy and daddy. I often write it with more of a French accent in my mind so it sounds more aristocratic. Like in downtown abbey.
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Chapter 50
November flew by before Sarah knew it was already December with Rosalea's first birthday passing with another small party to commemorate the day. This time there was a mountain of gifts from her family. Dozens of pretty dresses and toys to add to her toy chest. Robert and Irene came for the day with Toby. Rosalea had mastered pulling herself up and was now climbing and toddling around anything she could hang on it, not quite getting the hang of walking unaided but she happy to climb about. Much to Sarah's delight she also began calling her Mama but it was short lived when they found out that No was in her vocabulary and ended up being her favorite word of all.
The new palace was well on it's way to almost finished as Jareth hoped to be in settled in it for the Yuletide. Sarah never took into account for magic, Gerard was an old acquaintance of Jareth who was a great architect who was known for his good workmanship, he even employed Ludo to sell rocks to use as scenery and to also for the stone work that covered the outer walls of the palace. When they came to survey the new details he leads them through the halls explaining details of what was left to be done, while his wife gave them color choices and wallpapers to look at her. Winnie was woman, Sarah had grown to adore she had the ability to create whatever Sarah could describe to her, but she also found her to great friend to have as she had a small child herself and offered advice to Sarah in an easy going way as they compared notes.
Anna was to have a larger room, for she was growing up, as she would be soon 13 at the beginning of the new year. While it was still bright and pink, Winnie made it more grown up pink and gold floral wallpaper, accents of teal in bedding and pillows. Instead of bright colored furniture she had chosen a light coloured oak that she had stained with silver.
She had grown again in the short months, becoming all arms and legs the small amount of weight she gained seemed to disappear, and only appear in other places over night. Her blonde hair grown out to the middle of her back, pin straight that she kept in a long braid pulled over to one shoulder tied off with ribbons. On occasion she wore it in two long braids wrapped around her head when she wanted it out of the way.
Her schooling was in full force and she was learning quickly to the point where in the subject of math and political sciences and economics, she thrived to the point where she surpassed her teacher. After a long debate and the obvious thirst of knowledge, it was agreed Francis would take over those lessons on the days when he didn't have lessons with the queen.
Anna was a good student, even better than the Queen at times which amused Francis. She would make a good council member if she had been male and not female when she was older.
She had been wearing her hair up the one morning as she bent over studying her books, the back of her dress cut lower than others. Francis couldn't help but noticed the faint marks and what seemed to be a small circular burn mark embedded in her skin on the top of her shoulder blade. He thought back to her nightmares that one night his sister had come to get him, the terror on her face in her sleep as she cried out. Jareth and Sarah never once spoke of where their ward had come from and what she had been through other than to be cautious around her till she warmed up around him. But seeing those marks made he believes something truly horrible had happened, and that she had been abused by someone.
"Francis?" Anna looked up from her book, "Is everything alright?"
"Oh yes, sorry continue on," Francis stammered moving to his own seat, as he watched her grow slightly self conscious and pull up her shawl around shoulders.
Anna looked at him curiously, but nodded before standing up. "I will be back, I just need to use the ladies room."
Francis nodded. "Very well, when you come back we will review on the chapter you have read."
Anna nodded and set out to the toilet down the corridor. She had been feeling strange all morning and as she looked down at her underwear she understood why. It had been all explained to her, but explanations do nothing to help in the reality. She must have been a while as she jumped at a knock on the door.
"Anna?"
"I need Sarah," She said quietly through the door. "Please don't ask just please get Sarah."
Francis raised an eyebrow and went to seek out her guardian who was in the study with her husband going through correspondence and other daily matters.
Knocking on the door, he was called in by his king.
"Sorry to disturb you your Majesties, but Anna has asked you Sarah, she is in the washroom nearest the library." Francis flushed slightly explaining the situation
"Oh!" Sarah jumped up. "Excuse me," she said bidding Jareth and him goodbye with a swish of her skirts, stopping briefly into Anna's own room, grabbing what she figured was necessary for this call for help.
Sarah knocked on the door, "It's me can I come in?" she heard the door lock, move and she opened it slightly before she slipped in and closing it once more.
"Am I to congratulate you?"
"Please don't," Anna blushed. "How can you be so prepared, but then feel so unprepared." As she took the offered items from Sarah who turned around to give the girl's privacy.
"Because it's just that way it is you can long for it, but it's still terrifying when it catches you off guard. You have it easy though I was eleven and my dad had to call Karen, who was a secretary at the firm at the time because my mom was away and he had no idea what to do." Sarah laughed. "Do you need anything else?"
"No," Anna shook her head.
"Alright then, throw those in the sink, first rule of thumb to remember is cold water otherwise it will set in the stain." Sarah explained as she leads her though the washing. "Once it's rinsed just throw it in the bag, and I'll bring it back up to your room to be put in the laundry." Anna nodded and went through the motions of washing out her undergarments with soap till Sarah informed her it should be good as it was.
Francis feigned ignorance as Anna came back beet red to the classroom, knowing his own sister was embarrassed over things of female nature when his mother wrote to him last year telling him vaguely that Amelia was becoming a young lady. The first few years would be similar to a regular human cycle before tapering off as she her growing slowed by the time girls were ages of sixteen seventeen they would mimic an adult body rhythm. Pushing a plate of chocolate biscuits in her direction with a smile, they started up the lesson once more as she ate her cookies.
The palace was ready for them shortly before Christmas as she made the move after a few days of packing. Jareth had regulated Sarah to telling the movers of where things went, and not allowing her to lift any boxes or anything heavy for risk any sort injury. Rosalea was kept at her grandparents to keep out of the way for the day as her climbing toddling turned into full out running as soon as she got the hang of walking.
They got the bedchambers finished first, so they wouldn't have to go back to the castle that night, the other rooms could wait till the next day to be set up with all their personal items.
Sarah looked around their new bed-chamber with a smiled, It was on the second floor so only one short flight of stairs. Not like the top of the tower at the castle which were already beginning to be cumbersome as she reached her 20th week, though she looked like she was 25 weeks at least at the accelerated rate the child was growing. She hoped at this rate she would have the child in February. It was a mixture of JAreth and herself, light an area with French doors leading to a balcony. The bedroom set was dark wood, with a four poster bed with sheer white curtains and midnight blue duvet that covered the bed. The walls were a silvery gray with a landscape design that looked like a winter forest something Sarah had fallen in love with as she saw a photo in a book one day. In one corner of the room was a small breakfast nook with a small table and chairs near a fireplace, across the room was the armoires and their shared vanity with the washroom door next to it. On the opposite side of the room the bed stood, with the door leading to the nursery. There was two rooms down the hallway from when the children were older and wanted their own space. Down the hall around the corner was Anna's room and other family guest rooms. The schoolrooms and library were on the main floor on the other side of the house, while above them on the second floor were the upper staff quarters for Francis, Tabitha.
"Are you happy Dearest?" Jareth asked, wrapping his arms around her waist settling on the curve of her stomach feeling the movement underneath his palms as their child moved beneath.
"Very much so," Sarah told him with a small sigh as she looked through large glass doors that overlook in the direction of the labyrinth in the distance that was covered in snow. "Thank you for making this happen."
"It is my duty to provide and take care of your Precious and our children. She is quite active tonight," Jareth concurred as he received more kicks as they spoke.
"He is," Sarah teased him, they had conflicting views of what they believe the child would turn out to be.
"Shall we take a bath?" Jareth asked as he was already undoing the buttons on the back of her dress.
Sarah nodded. "We have quite a few new rooms for christian don't we?" She asked cheekily.
"Well, we have had forever, and it's not long at all." Jareth grinned.
Sarah laughed and slowly undress on her way to the washroom, letting Jareth pick up the trail of clothing. Filling the large tub up with water and pouring in some bubbles she pinned up her hair as waited, till she heard him enter she turned to see Jareth strut in owning his naked glory. He helped into the large tub and settled her into between his legs so he could run his hands down her body making her moan and close her eyes.
They dried off, and quickly dashed into the large bed under the covers to keep the cool air away from them, their lips meeting not a second as they settled under the blankets. Sarah's own hands stroking the hardening member between them making Jareth suck in his breath as her hand curled around him pumping him slowly as he grew under her hand as she used the tiny drops he leaked out of him to lubricate her hand.
"Precious," Jareth groaned he didn't see it be he swore she smirked at him as she wiggled down letting her breath fall over him making a shiver run down his back before he felt her mouth engulf his tip with her tongue twirling around him as she gripped the base of him the other cupping his balls. "If you keep doing that precious," he warned her breathlessly.
"You'll do what?" Sarah asked him coyly.
Jareth growled pulling her gently up to him, catching one of rosy nipples in his mouth as he suckled lightly making her moan, her stomach pressing into him while she straddled his waist rubbing herself against him.
"Come here," Jareth spoke tugging on her hips the closer she got the stronger her arousal became. He shifted his shoulders letting her get close as possible so he could reach that spot hidden behind her neatly trimmed patch of curls, his nose nudging her playing as she squeaked which turned into a moan half way through as his tongue found his way into her damp folds circling the pulsing nub making her cries of pleasure more constant and louder as he worked his tongue around his favourite area of her body. He stopped as he felt her getting closer to her own release quickly he motions to her move down Sitting up he leaned back on the pillows as she settled herself in his lap leaning back to rest on his bent knees as he guided himself into her both relishing in the moment with loud moans as their hip began to rock. Her legs wrapping around him as he pushed himself forward sitting up as much as he could with living space so they wouldn't squish their growing child in their lovemaking. He felt her tighten around him as she ground against him with her back arching slightly changing the angle enough for him to lose all control and found himself losing himself in her as she cried out once more before stiffening as she let the waves from her own release flow through her.
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