AN: Another short chapter people. Can't type much, I need to go to bed. (I
have to be up in four hour for the kids.) I just wanted to say, Thanks for
the reviews keep em, commin. :D
Mine.
'Till tomorrow.'
The room was dark.
Jareth, and Thea had left hours ago. Sarah lay on the bed hands possessively caressing her distended stomach, unnoticed tears ran from the corner of her eyes.
She had been crying ever since Jareth had told her that she couldn't leave the underground until she had, had the baby. And even then the baby wouldn't be able to leave with her. Not until the baby reached its magical maturity, which in Fae years could mean at least a couple of hundred years.
Jareth had tried to explain the way his people aged to her, but it had fallen on ears gone deaf, through the shock that she was never leaving the underground.
She would never leave her child. Could never leave it.
Her mind cast back to when she had first found out she was expecting Jareth's child. She pushed the memory away again, it filled her with shame, and, it hurt too much to think of that time.
She prayed for a way to accept what was now happening to her.
The events of the day had exhausted her, and as sleep claimed her, her last thoughts was of her child.
***
The mortal girl was here.
Tarens heart turned over in response to what the king had told her, It had been so difficult to keep her emotions from showing, as he told her who his guest was, and to have a room ready for her, by tomorrow.
What would the mortal girl do when she saw her? Would she tell the king of Taren's little visit? Had she already asked the king about his wife? No, she couldn't have, surely he would have shown some sign that he was furious, and furious Taren knew he would be, when he had found that someone had come between him and the mortal.
Damn her why was she here?
Why had she called the Goblin king? Calling him was the only way she could have got here.
Maybe she should just leave, pack up, and not be here when he found out.
And he would find out, Taren knew her life, would be the cost of her treachery, He would kill her, when he found, that it had been her that had made his precious mortal run from him.
" I will not leave!" Tarens voice was determined. "She will not cheat me out of what's rightfully mine, the castle, the king." They would all be hers in the end. "I will be queen, I deserve it." Taren's voice sank to a whisper "He owes me!" With that Taren lay on her bed, and started to think of a plan, to get rid of the kings mortal girl.
***
She was so beautiful, in sleep. The moon pouring in from the window illuminated the room. She looked so much younger than her twenty-two mortal years.
Jareth gently seated himself on the edge of his bed, so as not to wake her.
She sighed in her sleep, and turned her head, causing a lock of her hair to fall over her cheek.
He leaned forward to brush it aside. Sarah mumbled in her sleep, and reached her own hand up, to brush her face. Her hand coming back to rest on her stomach. Jareth's eyes had followed her hand back down. A slight smile lifted his lips as he encountered her swollen stomach. 'His child, His, and Sarah's.
He had been more than a little shocked when he had discovered her pregnancy, At first he had felt anger, that she hadn't called him when she had realised carried his child, then the fear of losing them both, had erased the anger, Now all he felt was wonder.
Jareth carefully placed his hand along side hers, closing his eyes, he concentrated on the babe. His smile widening, when he felt the child move against his hand.
The warmth from Sarah's hand placed over his, Jareth's gaze leapt her face to find her awake.
They looked into each other's eyes, neither one saying a word not wanting to shatter the moment.
The baby moved again stronger this time. "He's strong!" Jareth's voice whispered.
"He?" Sarah whispered in question. "How do you know the baby's a boy?"
"I knew the moment I touched him. His movement was him acknowledging me as his father." Jareth made to remove his hand. Sarah held it tighter. "Don't, not just yet. It feels good to have him move especially after today." She moved over in the bed so he could make himself comfortable. Jareth took the hint, and lay down facing her. His hand never moving. They lay looking at each other.
"Why didn't you.?" Sarah shook her head.
"Sshhhh, Tomorrow, we'll talk tomorrow." Sarah relaxed as she felt their son move softly within her.
Now was not the time for anger, questions or worry, tonight was for sharing what they had created.
Mine.
'Till tomorrow.'
The room was dark.
Jareth, and Thea had left hours ago. Sarah lay on the bed hands possessively caressing her distended stomach, unnoticed tears ran from the corner of her eyes.
She had been crying ever since Jareth had told her that she couldn't leave the underground until she had, had the baby. And even then the baby wouldn't be able to leave with her. Not until the baby reached its magical maturity, which in Fae years could mean at least a couple of hundred years.
Jareth had tried to explain the way his people aged to her, but it had fallen on ears gone deaf, through the shock that she was never leaving the underground.
She would never leave her child. Could never leave it.
Her mind cast back to when she had first found out she was expecting Jareth's child. She pushed the memory away again, it filled her with shame, and, it hurt too much to think of that time.
She prayed for a way to accept what was now happening to her.
The events of the day had exhausted her, and as sleep claimed her, her last thoughts was of her child.
***
The mortal girl was here.
Tarens heart turned over in response to what the king had told her, It had been so difficult to keep her emotions from showing, as he told her who his guest was, and to have a room ready for her, by tomorrow.
What would the mortal girl do when she saw her? Would she tell the king of Taren's little visit? Had she already asked the king about his wife? No, she couldn't have, surely he would have shown some sign that he was furious, and furious Taren knew he would be, when he had found that someone had come between him and the mortal.
Damn her why was she here?
Why had she called the Goblin king? Calling him was the only way she could have got here.
Maybe she should just leave, pack up, and not be here when he found out.
And he would find out, Taren knew her life, would be the cost of her treachery, He would kill her, when he found, that it had been her that had made his precious mortal run from him.
" I will not leave!" Tarens voice was determined. "She will not cheat me out of what's rightfully mine, the castle, the king." They would all be hers in the end. "I will be queen, I deserve it." Taren's voice sank to a whisper "He owes me!" With that Taren lay on her bed, and started to think of a plan, to get rid of the kings mortal girl.
***
She was so beautiful, in sleep. The moon pouring in from the window illuminated the room. She looked so much younger than her twenty-two mortal years.
Jareth gently seated himself on the edge of his bed, so as not to wake her.
She sighed in her sleep, and turned her head, causing a lock of her hair to fall over her cheek.
He leaned forward to brush it aside. Sarah mumbled in her sleep, and reached her own hand up, to brush her face. Her hand coming back to rest on her stomach. Jareth's eyes had followed her hand back down. A slight smile lifted his lips as he encountered her swollen stomach. 'His child, His, and Sarah's.
He had been more than a little shocked when he had discovered her pregnancy, At first he had felt anger, that she hadn't called him when she had realised carried his child, then the fear of losing them both, had erased the anger, Now all he felt was wonder.
Jareth carefully placed his hand along side hers, closing his eyes, he concentrated on the babe. His smile widening, when he felt the child move against his hand.
The warmth from Sarah's hand placed over his, Jareth's gaze leapt her face to find her awake.
They looked into each other's eyes, neither one saying a word not wanting to shatter the moment.
The baby moved again stronger this time. "He's strong!" Jareth's voice whispered.
"He?" Sarah whispered in question. "How do you know the baby's a boy?"
"I knew the moment I touched him. His movement was him acknowledging me as his father." Jareth made to remove his hand. Sarah held it tighter. "Don't, not just yet. It feels good to have him move especially after today." She moved over in the bed so he could make himself comfortable. Jareth took the hint, and lay down facing her. His hand never moving. They lay looking at each other.
"Why didn't you.?" Sarah shook her head.
"Sshhhh, Tomorrow, we'll talk tomorrow." Sarah relaxed as she felt their son move softly within her.
Now was not the time for anger, questions or worry, tonight was for sharing what they had created.
