Part 1
Xena spent her days after the birth of Eve feeding the baby, changing her cloth diapers, waking up at all hours of the night and bathing her. Ares would wake with Xena sometimes, but he, being a 15 year old boy at the time, knew little about children. Xena had learned more than enough over the past few months.
No sooner had Eve been born, well, three months later, Ares and Xena were expecting again. Xena was so tired and she wanted to wait before she had another child. But, Ares, and all of the royal advisors and priests wanted them to continue to have children as soon as they could, until they produced a boy. They said that after the birth of their child, if the child isn't a boy, they start trying exactly three months after the birth to try and give the children birthdays on the exact same days.
Xena agreed, knowing that she would most definitely be pregnant most of her child bearing years. She decided that she could deal with it for awhile. She loved children, she was a child herself, and she was learning to be a mother, and doing a pretty good job at it.
When Xena's second pregnancy began to come to an end, a midwife came again. This day, Princess Eve's birthday, was a remarkable one at that. The labor took over 15 hours, both Xena and Ares were sure of the sex of the baby. When the child was brought into the world, the 13 year old queen looked at the midwife.
"Let me hold my son." She whimpered.
"You haven't a son, my lady." The midwife declared. "You have another daughter."
The land cheered the birth of the new princess, Princess Chloe. Nobody was in a panic at this point because the king and queen would produce more children.
When Xena laid in bed holding her new daughter in her arms, she began to sob, knowing that in exactly a year, she'd be holding a new child in her arms, and most likely, it would be a girl. She didn't mind, in her heart, she loved her daughters. She was so happy that she had two healthy daughters, but she knew that the king wanted a son, and he'd not rest until he had an heir to the throne.
Xena spent her days after the birth of Eve feeding the baby, changing her cloth diapers, waking up at all hours of the night and bathing her. Ares would wake with Xena sometimes, but he, being a 15 year old boy at the time, knew little about children. Xena had learned more than enough over the past few months.
No sooner had Eve been born, well, three months later, Ares and Xena were expecting again. Xena was so tired and she wanted to wait before she had another child. But, Ares, and all of the royal advisors and priests wanted them to continue to have children as soon as they could, until they produced a boy. They said that after the birth of their child, if the child isn't a boy, they start trying exactly three months after the birth to try and give the children birthdays on the exact same days.
Xena agreed, knowing that she would most definitely be pregnant most of her child bearing years. She decided that she could deal with it for awhile. She loved children, she was a child herself, and she was learning to be a mother, and doing a pretty good job at it.
When Xena's second pregnancy began to come to an end, a midwife came again. This day, Princess Eve's birthday, was a remarkable one at that. The labor took over 15 hours, both Xena and Ares were sure of the sex of the baby. When the child was brought into the world, the 13 year old queen looked at the midwife.
"Let me hold my son." She whimpered.
"You haven't a son, my lady." The midwife declared. "You have another daughter."
The land cheered the birth of the new princess, Princess Chloe. Nobody was in a panic at this point because the king and queen would produce more children.
When Xena laid in bed holding her new daughter in her arms, she began to sob, knowing that in exactly a year, she'd be holding a new child in her arms, and most likely, it would be a girl. She didn't mind, in her heart, she loved her daughters. She was so happy that she had two healthy daughters, but she knew that the king wanted a son, and he'd not rest until he had an heir to the throne.