Who's Saving Who?
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Author's Note: Woohoo! This is the last chapter! It's a bit short, but I couldn't think of how to write it. I'm not good with endings. They always come out too cheesy. But, I tried really hard on this one and I hope you find it satisfactory. If you don't I guess I'll know by my review box. Oh, and by the way, I know the plot for my next story, but I haven't started writing it yet. Thanks for reading everyone; I really appreciate it!
Jareth's chest swelled with pride as he watched his wife breathing peacefully as she lounged across his lap reading a book. Together they sat in Sarah's garden room on ivory bench with a red leather cushion.
Sarah's stomach was practically bulging, swollen with the life of their first child. Gently he stroked her hair as he watched her read. He had come to the conclusion he could watch her forever. Just the way her eyes flicked from one page to the next sent shivers up his spine.
Before he had met Sarah, Jareth hadn't known love or true happiness, but now he was so content he feared that something bad was going to happen just to make up for all the terrible things he had done in his life. But his fears were unfounded. Placing a bare hand on Sarah's stomach he massaged slowly feeling his son kick strongly against his hand. Of course Sarah didn't know it was a boy yet, and he didn't intend to tell her.
"I swear, Jareth, every time you do that he kicks. Is this your way of getting back at me?" she asked, he eyes looking up at him suspiciously. "For what?" he replied in mock innocence. Rolling her eyes, Sarah shot back, "For all those years ago when I rejected you." Sighing, he replied, "No, love. I've forgiven you for that. Besides you weren't totally to blame. I didn't make it easy for you after all." Shocked, Sarah asked sarcastically, "Was that a confession?"
Jareth, feeling a bit miffed, knew exactly how to get back at his expecting wife. Leaning his head down, Jareth put his lips around her soft, supple earlobe and sucked it into his mouth. Sarah squealed in pleasure and indignation. "Jareth, stop! That tickles!" She tried to rise from his persistent mouth but he wouldn't let her. Plus her stomach in itself was an obstacle. He chuckled deeply in his throat, and decided to stop torturing her, for now.
Still laughing, Sarah wiped the tears away from her eyes, and suddenly serious she said, "Jareth, I just wanted you to know that I love you. And that you saved me. You're my knight in shining armor." Jareth pouted a bit and replied, "I thought I was more like prince charming." Sarah laughed at his joke heartily. Then, he leaned down and whispered conspiratorially, "No, love, you saved me."
End of Story
Thanks for reading everyone! I'll miss you guys! (*Wipes away a tear*). See you at the next story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the computer I typed this on.
Author's Note: Woohoo! This is the last chapter! It's a bit short, but I couldn't think of how to write it. I'm not good with endings. They always come out too cheesy. But, I tried really hard on this one and I hope you find it satisfactory. If you don't I guess I'll know by my review box. Oh, and by the way, I know the plot for my next story, but I haven't started writing it yet. Thanks for reading everyone; I really appreciate it!
Jareth's chest swelled with pride as he watched his wife breathing peacefully as she lounged across his lap reading a book. Together they sat in Sarah's garden room on ivory bench with a red leather cushion.
Sarah's stomach was practically bulging, swollen with the life of their first child. Gently he stroked her hair as he watched her read. He had come to the conclusion he could watch her forever. Just the way her eyes flicked from one page to the next sent shivers up his spine.
Before he had met Sarah, Jareth hadn't known love or true happiness, but now he was so content he feared that something bad was going to happen just to make up for all the terrible things he had done in his life. But his fears were unfounded. Placing a bare hand on Sarah's stomach he massaged slowly feeling his son kick strongly against his hand. Of course Sarah didn't know it was a boy yet, and he didn't intend to tell her.
"I swear, Jareth, every time you do that he kicks. Is this your way of getting back at me?" she asked, he eyes looking up at him suspiciously. "For what?" he replied in mock innocence. Rolling her eyes, Sarah shot back, "For all those years ago when I rejected you." Sighing, he replied, "No, love. I've forgiven you for that. Besides you weren't totally to blame. I didn't make it easy for you after all." Shocked, Sarah asked sarcastically, "Was that a confession?"
Jareth, feeling a bit miffed, knew exactly how to get back at his expecting wife. Leaning his head down, Jareth put his lips around her soft, supple earlobe and sucked it into his mouth. Sarah squealed in pleasure and indignation. "Jareth, stop! That tickles!" She tried to rise from his persistent mouth but he wouldn't let her. Plus her stomach in itself was an obstacle. He chuckled deeply in his throat, and decided to stop torturing her, for now.
Still laughing, Sarah wiped the tears away from her eyes, and suddenly serious she said, "Jareth, I just wanted you to know that I love you. And that you saved me. You're my knight in shining armor." Jareth pouted a bit and replied, "I thought I was more like prince charming." Sarah laughed at his joke heartily. Then, he leaned down and whispered conspiratorially, "No, love, you saved me."
End of Story
Thanks for reading everyone! I'll miss you guys! (*Wipes away a tear*). See you at the next story.