Labyrinth: The Next Generation
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Thanks for the other reviews on the first chapter. That's what propelled me to write this second chapter. Like I said before, I do not own any of the characters accept for Lara, and maybe others that I create as I go along.
Jareth and Lara stood in front of the thrones, fresh from saying their vows. Now, it was Lara's coronation. It was going
to be a private ceremony. Only a certain few were in attendance. Then, after the coronation, Jareth and Lara were finally
alone.
"I love you Lara. You're what was missing from my life." Jareth said, looking into her green eyes.
"I do to, and now you have to put up with me permanently." Lara said in an amused air. "Wow, what a long day. I'm bushed." She continued.
"Then let's make our way to the bedroom. You will be sleeping in my bed right?" Jareth asked, not sure of the answer.
"I guess so. That's what we're supposed to do, right?" Lara said, unsure of herself. She had dated before, but she still remained a virgin.
"Well, that's normally what happens Aboveground after a wedding. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Jareth said, feeling Lara's uncomfortability.
"Thanks. Well, show me to your room." Lara said, not wanting to have an awkward silence.
"Alright." Jareth said, and before Lara realized what had happened, Jareth had scoped her up into his arms again, and was carrying her. After a short walk down a couple of halls that all looked similar, they reached an ornate wooden door. The door opened by itself, and Jareth carried Lara to the bed. The bed was similar to the one she had slept in, but it was larger. The drapes were a dark; almost blood red, that matched the sheets. The room itself was almost as big as the throne room, with a closet in one corner, and a fireplace in front of the bed. He gently laid her down on the bed, her dark brown curls framing her face. Jareth stared at her, then snapped out of it, realizing where he was staring. Lara didn't seem to notice; she was to busy looking elsewhere. She couldn't keep her eyes from wandering towards his groin.
"Lara? Lara? What's wrong?" Jareth asked, noticing she wasn't paying attention. Lara snapped out of it, and looked up at him.
"Um, nothing, I was just... caught up in thought." Lara said, she started to blush and tried not to look too embarrassed. There was an awkward pause, and Jareth moved to the other side of the bed. Lara just lay there, looking up at the canopy. She wouldn't give in to temptation, she would not. Jareth lay down, but there was not much space between them. Lara could feel his warmth, and smell his musky scent. All that made her want to pounce on him, but she withheld those urges. What she didn't know was that Jareth was suppressing those same urges. When they finally did look at each other, their inner voices were silenced. Lara closed her eyes, and leaned in for a kiss. Jareth accepted it, and kissed back. Within seconds, they were all over each other.
The next morning, Lara woke to find herself naked underneath the covers in Jareth's arms. All she could remember of last night was that it was amazing. She got out of bed, with the sheet wrapped around her. As she looked out the window at the sunrise, she didn't hear Jareth stir in bed. Jareth looked at her silhouette in the sunrise. It looked as though she glowed.
"Beautiful sunrise, isn't it?" He said, breaking her concentration.
"Good morning. Last night, was interesting, what I remember of it." Lara admitted, walking back to the bed. She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Come on, we have a busy day ahead of us. You still have to prepare me to be queen." Jareth looked at her in wonder. She was amazing, and she would make an amazing queen. They both got dressed, and headed down to the throne room.
A couple of months later, Lara had finally got the hang of the way things worked in the Underground. As she was busy getting dressed one morning, Jareth couldn't help realize that Lara's stomach had been getting progressively bigger. Lara noticed her staring at her stomach.
"Jareth, sweetie? What's the matter?" Lara asked in concern.
"Nothing, you just seem to be growing. Or, at least your stomach is." Jareth said, cautious of his words.
"You know, I've realized that as well. I have been eating lately quiet a bit. Oh my god! I'm fat!" She cried, and threw
herself on the bed, sobbing.
"No, you're not fat. You've put on a few pounds, that's all." Jareth said, trying to comfort her. "Tell you what. We'll go
see the town doctor. I'm sure he'll be able to tell you."
"I'm pregnant?!?!?!" Lara screamed.
"Yes your majesty. You are about two, three months along. I'll make sure to come visit you every month to see how things are going." The elderly female goblin said.
"Thank you." Jareth said, holding his wife's hand. Lara sat there, not knowing what to think. She couldn't be pregnant. That was impossible. She was always careful. What happened? "Lara, are you coming?"
"Huh? Yes, I am." Lara responded, snapping out of her trance.
"Isn't that wonderful news Lara?" Jareth said, holding Lara's hand.
"Huh? Yeah, I guess." Lara said in a distant voice. Jareth stopped her, turned her around to face him and looked her in the eyes. "I don't know the first thing about being pregnant. I'm not sure I'm ready to be a mother..." Lara rambled.
"I'm sure you'll make a great mother. Just like you make a great queen and wife." Jareth reassured her. He gave her a quick hug and they continued their back to the castle. Once back at the castle, they resumed their work. The next morning, as Jareth made his way to the bathroom, Lara flew past him and slammed the door in his face. Great, he thought, morning sickness. Later that day, while they were working Lara began to become hostile towards Jareth.
"Where are the papers?" Lara said, with an annoyed tone of voice.
"I told you I don't have it." Jareth replied.
"Then who does?!" Lara shouted. She started to pace around the room.
"If I knew that, I would be getting it for you!!!" Jareth yelled, an angry expression on his face. Just then, Lara burst into tears and ran from the room. Jareth ran after her and found her on their bed. She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying and tears rolled down her face.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." She sobbed. Jareth sat down next to her and held her. They rocked back and forth, and sat there in silence. Finally, Jareth realized Lara was asleep. He gently laid her down on the bed and let her sleep. He sat down across from her. All he could wish for was that all of this would soon be over.
His wish came true about six months later. All that torment, all those mood swings, and morning sickness. Jareth figured he was out of the woods, but he was wrong. It was even worse during the delivery. He had never seen her in so much pain. HE had never been in so much pain. Lara had requested that Jareth to be there and he held her hand while she gave birth. Lara almost crushed his hand she had squeezed so hard. The doctor didn't know who was worse. Jareth with his hand, or Lara giving birth. After a couple of hours, Lara gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Thanks for the other reviews on the first chapter. That's what propelled me to write this second chapter. Like I said before, I do not own any of the characters accept for Lara, and maybe others that I create as I go along.
Jareth and Lara stood in front of the thrones, fresh from saying their vows. Now, it was Lara's coronation. It was going
to be a private ceremony. Only a certain few were in attendance. Then, after the coronation, Jareth and Lara were finally
alone.
"I love you Lara. You're what was missing from my life." Jareth said, looking into her green eyes.
"I do to, and now you have to put up with me permanently." Lara said in an amused air. "Wow, what a long day. I'm bushed." She continued.
"Then let's make our way to the bedroom. You will be sleeping in my bed right?" Jareth asked, not sure of the answer.
"I guess so. That's what we're supposed to do, right?" Lara said, unsure of herself. She had dated before, but she still remained a virgin.
"Well, that's normally what happens Aboveground after a wedding. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Jareth said, feeling Lara's uncomfortability.
"Thanks. Well, show me to your room." Lara said, not wanting to have an awkward silence.
"Alright." Jareth said, and before Lara realized what had happened, Jareth had scoped her up into his arms again, and was carrying her. After a short walk down a couple of halls that all looked similar, they reached an ornate wooden door. The door opened by itself, and Jareth carried Lara to the bed. The bed was similar to the one she had slept in, but it was larger. The drapes were a dark; almost blood red, that matched the sheets. The room itself was almost as big as the throne room, with a closet in one corner, and a fireplace in front of the bed. He gently laid her down on the bed, her dark brown curls framing her face. Jareth stared at her, then snapped out of it, realizing where he was staring. Lara didn't seem to notice; she was to busy looking elsewhere. She couldn't keep her eyes from wandering towards his groin.
"Lara? Lara? What's wrong?" Jareth asked, noticing she wasn't paying attention. Lara snapped out of it, and looked up at him.
"Um, nothing, I was just... caught up in thought." Lara said, she started to blush and tried not to look too embarrassed. There was an awkward pause, and Jareth moved to the other side of the bed. Lara just lay there, looking up at the canopy. She wouldn't give in to temptation, she would not. Jareth lay down, but there was not much space between them. Lara could feel his warmth, and smell his musky scent. All that made her want to pounce on him, but she withheld those urges. What she didn't know was that Jareth was suppressing those same urges. When they finally did look at each other, their inner voices were silenced. Lara closed her eyes, and leaned in for a kiss. Jareth accepted it, and kissed back. Within seconds, they were all over each other.
The next morning, Lara woke to find herself naked underneath the covers in Jareth's arms. All she could remember of last night was that it was amazing. She got out of bed, with the sheet wrapped around her. As she looked out the window at the sunrise, she didn't hear Jareth stir in bed. Jareth looked at her silhouette in the sunrise. It looked as though she glowed.
"Beautiful sunrise, isn't it?" He said, breaking her concentration.
"Good morning. Last night, was interesting, what I remember of it." Lara admitted, walking back to the bed. She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Come on, we have a busy day ahead of us. You still have to prepare me to be queen." Jareth looked at her in wonder. She was amazing, and she would make an amazing queen. They both got dressed, and headed down to the throne room.
A couple of months later, Lara had finally got the hang of the way things worked in the Underground. As she was busy getting dressed one morning, Jareth couldn't help realize that Lara's stomach had been getting progressively bigger. Lara noticed her staring at her stomach.
"Jareth, sweetie? What's the matter?" Lara asked in concern.
"Nothing, you just seem to be growing. Or, at least your stomach is." Jareth said, cautious of his words.
"You know, I've realized that as well. I have been eating lately quiet a bit. Oh my god! I'm fat!" She cried, and threw
herself on the bed, sobbing.
"No, you're not fat. You've put on a few pounds, that's all." Jareth said, trying to comfort her. "Tell you what. We'll go
see the town doctor. I'm sure he'll be able to tell you."
"I'm pregnant?!?!?!" Lara screamed.
"Yes your majesty. You are about two, three months along. I'll make sure to come visit you every month to see how things are going." The elderly female goblin said.
"Thank you." Jareth said, holding his wife's hand. Lara sat there, not knowing what to think. She couldn't be pregnant. That was impossible. She was always careful. What happened? "Lara, are you coming?"
"Huh? Yes, I am." Lara responded, snapping out of her trance.
"Isn't that wonderful news Lara?" Jareth said, holding Lara's hand.
"Huh? Yeah, I guess." Lara said in a distant voice. Jareth stopped her, turned her around to face him and looked her in the eyes. "I don't know the first thing about being pregnant. I'm not sure I'm ready to be a mother..." Lara rambled.
"I'm sure you'll make a great mother. Just like you make a great queen and wife." Jareth reassured her. He gave her a quick hug and they continued their back to the castle. Once back at the castle, they resumed their work. The next morning, as Jareth made his way to the bathroom, Lara flew past him and slammed the door in his face. Great, he thought, morning sickness. Later that day, while they were working Lara began to become hostile towards Jareth.
"Where are the papers?" Lara said, with an annoyed tone of voice.
"I told you I don't have it." Jareth replied.
"Then who does?!" Lara shouted. She started to pace around the room.
"If I knew that, I would be getting it for you!!!" Jareth yelled, an angry expression on his face. Just then, Lara burst into tears and ran from the room. Jareth ran after her and found her on their bed. She looked up at him, her eyes red from crying and tears rolled down her face.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me." She sobbed. Jareth sat down next to her and held her. They rocked back and forth, and sat there in silence. Finally, Jareth realized Lara was asleep. He gently laid her down on the bed and let her sleep. He sat down across from her. All he could wish for was that all of this would soon be over.
His wish came true about six months later. All that torment, all those mood swings, and morning sickness. Jareth figured he was out of the woods, but he was wrong. It was even worse during the delivery. He had never seen her in so much pain. HE had never been in so much pain. Lara had requested that Jareth to be there and he held her hand while she gave birth. Lara almost crushed his hand she had squeezed so hard. The doctor didn't know who was worse. Jareth with his hand, or Lara giving birth. After a couple of hours, Lara gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.