Aurora awoke with her stomach swirling in knots. Her bulging stomach made her nauseous and made her head spin. The sun shined brightly through the window warning her of the daily morning sickness. She tried to adjust, but her extra entity was keeping her on her back. Aurora was looking forward to getting her pregnancy over with. 'Only 3 more months,' she continuously told herself.
Phillip laid still, calm, comfortable next to Aurora. She lay awake in envy over her snoring husband. The bright rays would wake him too soon, Aurora knew it was true, she had spent the last four months waking up early, and waiting for her king to awake. As if on cue, Phillip rolled over, his eyes quivering in an attempt to open. Aurora grinned largely at the movement of Phillip, but he didn't catch her smile, his eyes were squinted as he adjusted to the light.
When at last his eyes adjusted, he too smiled and said gently, "Good morning Rose." Phillip's nickname for Aurora has always been Rose, short for Briar Rose. It was a pet named dawned up her at the young age of sixteen. But those days were finished, and now she was married and pregnant. Her life wasn't exciting, but Aurora wasn't one to complain. All she ever wanted was a family, she got more than that when she married a prince.
"Hardly a good one," Aurora responded gently.
"Morning sickness?" Phillip asked sympathetically.
Aurora sighed and nodded.
"Just pray to the Creator that everything will work out alright," Phillip gently patted Aurora's belly, then gave it a quick kiss.
"I have been."
Phillip kissed his wife tenderly on the lips and he pulled back the covers and helped her out of bed. The extra weight was heavy as she pulled on his hand to help her stand. Once on her feet, Aurora stuck out her belly as an attempt to stretch out her back.
After a warm sponge bath, Aurora's maid helped her into a shapeless maternity gown. With help, she walked down the stairs to Phillip's giant castle to meet up with the king. His crystal eyes lit up when he saw her. He strung his muscular arm through hers and took her from her servants. The two strolled out to the gardens, arm in arm.
"We need a name," Phillip began the conversation once out the door.
"Pardon?" Aurora looked at him confused.
"For the baby, we haven't even begun discussing names."
"I have been thinking," Aurora timidly said.
"What names?" Phillip asked jubilantly.
"Well," Aurora started, "I've always been fond of Sabrina."
Phillip fought back a sneer, "Erm–"
"But I have a few others up my sleeve," Aurora added quickly, as not to disagree with her husband. "Tiana?"
"I like it better than Sabrina," Phillip said with sentiment.
"How about Cassandra?"
"I'll agree with that!" Phillip said, content.
Aurora smiled, "Have you thought of any?"
"I was thinking of my aunt's name, Audrey."
Aurora thought the name beautiful, and quite surprised she didn't think of it. "Indeed!" she exclaimed. "I really do like it, I say, if we have a female, her name should be Audrey."
Phillip's pride shone, he was beaming thrilled he thought of the child's name, "Her name will be Audrey Cassandra!"
Aurora giggled, "It's settled then."
"Not quite," Phillip said with a mysterious grin.
Aurora raised a blonde eyebrow in a question.
"What if it's a boy?" Phillip already knew the answer, "Boris!"
Aurora gave a disgusted look.
Phillip was taken aback, he was sure the name was perfect.
"How about Ewan?" Aurora suggested.
"Eh, I like Boris."
"Boris Ewan?" Aurora added, desperate to not have her baby boy be made fun of.
Phillip grinned, "sounds good."