Summary:Busy with life, Mal couldn't think of a better day to go visit Mr. and Mrs. Hook. Warning! MPREG! Mention of Mental Illness!and Past Trauma!
Mal smiled as the wind blew across her wings as she flew through the air. She hadn't seen Uma in quite sometime and she hadn't known how much time had past until now. After quickly turning into her dragon she'd flown from the palace, where she had travelled to a island a fair ways off of Auradon.
Changing from her dragon form, Mal was greeted by a grinning Harry, "Good afternoon, Queen Mal", he bowed playfully before standing, giving her a proper hug.
Mal pulled away from the embrace,"It's been a while, Harry", she said, words laced with apology. Harry shook his head, "It's o'kay, life catches the lot of us", he answered looking over the calm waters before smiling again, "Come on, Uma's waitin' "
As they approached the beach, Mal could make out a small figure. There Uma sat at the waters shores, the waves stopping slightly above the bottom of her back. She seemed serene as the tide came. Mal thought it suited her well.
"Siren, we 'ave comp'ny", Harry called softly, with an adoration in his eye that couldn't be masked. Uma had turned around, body bare safe for her long brown hair covering her swollen breasts. Her hand resting over her round belly. She practically glowed under the light of the the sun.
Uma smiled, waving her over before turning back to the ocean. Harry offered her a small smile before leaving them be. Mal sat beside her, still dressed in her clothes.
She watch as her hand along the water,"So when's your due date?" She looked close to 10 months, her large bump jutting from her small body. Mal knew that she would give birth soon very soon.
"They'll be here in 3 days...hopefully", the sea witch answered looking down at her belly. Uma smiled at the thought of the beautiful twins sitting in her belly.
Mal had reached out her hand, stopping until Uma nodded, bringing her hand to her belly over hers,"Hey, you guys", she whispered against the tight skin of her belly, "I can't wait til you guys are here, your mom's worried you won't be here soon enough", they laughed as one of them kicked below her hand.
Uma had hissed softly at the kick, trying to sooth their moving, "Harry's more worried about them than me", she said, the movement stopping,"He's afraid they'll be like him, have a couple loose screws." They knew firsthand how much Harry had struggled to get his Bipolar disorder under control once they'd gotten off the island. It had been a long hard battle, but after a lot of therapy, magic treatments and some useless medication they'd pulled threw.
"Aren't you scared too?", Mal asked, turning to her, "I mean there is a possibility", she didn't mean to impose, but she wondered how she felt about it.
Uma had closed her eyes for a long moment before opening them once again, "Mal, do you remember life growing up on the Isles?", she asked suddenly, looking over at the older woman, "Before they broke the barrier?
The queen nodded, a lump suddenly stuck in her throat, "We...we had famine, starvation, people stealing just to survive and people who didn't...didn't survive at all. No doctor in sight unless you wanted to risk turning into a frog by Facilier", Mal answered, fighting back tears. It was impossible to forget how awful their lives had truly been.
The silence had taken over once again,"That's what I'm scared of", Uma admitted quietly,"I don't want them growing up the way we all did.", as she said this, a single tear rolled down her cheek, landing on her belly, "I...I thought that when I had children I'd be forced to raised them on the Isles, but I didn't."
Uma smiled, eyes now sparkling as she interlaced their hands before continuing,"They aren't gonna grow up like we did, so I'm not scared of anything"