Wedding Night Baby
Chapter 13
By XellAn-Chan
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The wedding of Amelia and Zelgadiss did not go as planned. In fact, it was something of a disaster. It started out okay. Due to the circumstances, the wedding -unlike Gracia and Justen's- was not a public affair. It was rather small. The princess' family was there, of course, a few of the more distinguished nobles of Saillune and the bride and groom's friends.
Amelia -although she looked about ready to tip over- was quite lovely in her wedding gown (which, incidentally WASN'T white, but oh well...) and Zelgadiss looked handsome, as usual.
Everything went smoothly for a while. Even Xellos was behaving himself. There wasn't a single problem until right before they got to the vows. A strange look crossed Amelia's face and she gripped Zel's arm so hard he could feel it. "Zel..." She whispered. He could feel her tensing. "What's wrong?" He asked, alarm filling his voice. "...The baby..." His eyes widened, "It's too early!" She gasped. "Babies don't wait."
He looked at her, then back at the priest. "Marry us!" He growled. The poor man looked confused. "Zelgadiss?" Amelia's voice was strained, "You do understand, right? I'm having the baby." He nodded, "I'm aware of that. I want us to be married first." He looked back at the priest, glaring, "Marry us! Make it quick!"
The perplexed clergyman sped through the vows, barely giving them a chance to say "I do" in between. Zel planted a quick kiss on his bride and they rushed out of the chapel together, Slyphiel and Filia at their heels.
"Oh...Zel...It hurts!" Amelia squealed. She squeezed his hand with a bone-crushing grip. He looked down at her, lying on her bed, her large blue eyes full of tears, her face damp with sweat. "It will only hurt for a little while, Ame. You're strong. You can do this." He told her. She smiled weakly, then cringed in pain.
Slyphiel cast a soothing spell over the princess. "Try to relax, Amelia." She said softly. Zel looked at the sorceress, "Why is she so early?" He asked nervously, "There should be two more weeks." Filia glanced up from where she was timing the contractions, "The first is usually early. And, judging by the size of her, I have a striking suspicion that you're having twins." He gaped at her. "Twins?!" The Dragon nodded, "It wouldn't surprise me." He shook his head slightly, "Impossible."
Amelia made a little whimpering sound and he turned his attention back to her. He held her hand, brushed her damp hair from her face.
"Push." Slyphiel demanded, "PUSH!" Amelia strained, her teeth gritted.
Their first-born was a baby girl. A tiny, pink, screaming child, gorgeous in every sense. She looked nothing like her father, there was no trace of his curse visible anywhere on her. Her sister, however -for Filia had been correct; they had twins- looked very much like Zelgadiss.
The younger, smaller of the two, whom was named Avuron, had faintly bluish skin. Her cobalt eyes were slit-like; her ears slightly pointed. Her skin was cool and sort of hard to the touch. Avigayl, as her sister was called, looked like their mother, with wide blue eyes and a fringe of pitch black hair. Zelgadiss wasn't sure if he should be pleased that he had one "normal" child or be upset that they both weren't normal or maybe a little of each.
He took Avuron in his arms. She gazed up at him through the same narrow eyes as he had. "I am sorry, Child." He said quietly, "I did not wish this upon you. I don't understand why only you were born like this. But I will love you, no matter what." He kissed her forehead.
"Zel..." Amelia mumbled, "Is she okay?" She had Avigayl in her arms and was half asleep. "Other than bearing my curse," He told her, "She's fine." He kissed his wife's forehead. She smiled wearily. "I love you..." He grinned. "I love you too."
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AN: about the twins' names...
Avigayl is a variant of Abigail which means "my father's joy." this is a fitting name for the "perfect" child.
Avuron is a name i created by taking the "Av" part from Avigayl and the "uron" part from a french word, juron. loosely translated, i do believe, the name means "my father's curse."
Chapter 13
By XellAn-Chan
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The wedding of Amelia and Zelgadiss did not go as planned. In fact, it was something of a disaster. It started out okay. Due to the circumstances, the wedding -unlike Gracia and Justen's- was not a public affair. It was rather small. The princess' family was there, of course, a few of the more distinguished nobles of Saillune and the bride and groom's friends.
Amelia -although she looked about ready to tip over- was quite lovely in her wedding gown (which, incidentally WASN'T white, but oh well...) and Zelgadiss looked handsome, as usual.
Everything went smoothly for a while. Even Xellos was behaving himself. There wasn't a single problem until right before they got to the vows. A strange look crossed Amelia's face and she gripped Zel's arm so hard he could feel it. "Zel..." She whispered. He could feel her tensing. "What's wrong?" He asked, alarm filling his voice. "...The baby..." His eyes widened, "It's too early!" She gasped. "Babies don't wait."
He looked at her, then back at the priest. "Marry us!" He growled. The poor man looked confused. "Zelgadiss?" Amelia's voice was strained, "You do understand, right? I'm having the baby." He nodded, "I'm aware of that. I want us to be married first." He looked back at the priest, glaring, "Marry us! Make it quick!"
The perplexed clergyman sped through the vows, barely giving them a chance to say "I do" in between. Zel planted a quick kiss on his bride and they rushed out of the chapel together, Slyphiel and Filia at their heels.
"Oh...Zel...It hurts!" Amelia squealed. She squeezed his hand with a bone-crushing grip. He looked down at her, lying on her bed, her large blue eyes full of tears, her face damp with sweat. "It will only hurt for a little while, Ame. You're strong. You can do this." He told her. She smiled weakly, then cringed in pain.
Slyphiel cast a soothing spell over the princess. "Try to relax, Amelia." She said softly. Zel looked at the sorceress, "Why is she so early?" He asked nervously, "There should be two more weeks." Filia glanced up from where she was timing the contractions, "The first is usually early. And, judging by the size of her, I have a striking suspicion that you're having twins." He gaped at her. "Twins?!" The Dragon nodded, "It wouldn't surprise me." He shook his head slightly, "Impossible."
Amelia made a little whimpering sound and he turned his attention back to her. He held her hand, brushed her damp hair from her face.
"Push." Slyphiel demanded, "PUSH!" Amelia strained, her teeth gritted.
Their first-born was a baby girl. A tiny, pink, screaming child, gorgeous in every sense. She looked nothing like her father, there was no trace of his curse visible anywhere on her. Her sister, however -for Filia had been correct; they had twins- looked very much like Zelgadiss.
The younger, smaller of the two, whom was named Avuron, had faintly bluish skin. Her cobalt eyes were slit-like; her ears slightly pointed. Her skin was cool and sort of hard to the touch. Avigayl, as her sister was called, looked like their mother, with wide blue eyes and a fringe of pitch black hair. Zelgadiss wasn't sure if he should be pleased that he had one "normal" child or be upset that they both weren't normal or maybe a little of each.
He took Avuron in his arms. She gazed up at him through the same narrow eyes as he had. "I am sorry, Child." He said quietly, "I did not wish this upon you. I don't understand why only you were born like this. But I will love you, no matter what." He kissed her forehead.
"Zel..." Amelia mumbled, "Is she okay?" She had Avigayl in her arms and was half asleep. "Other than bearing my curse," He told her, "She's fine." He kissed his wife's forehead. She smiled wearily. "I love you..." He grinned. "I love you too."
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AN: about the twins' names...
Avigayl is a variant of Abigail which means "my father's joy." this is a fitting name for the "perfect" child.
Avuron is a name i created by taking the "Av" part from Avigayl and the "uron" part from a french word, juron. loosely translated, i do believe, the name means "my father's curse."