Winx Club: Princess of Veuns & Mars

By: Yami Chibi Chibi

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The morning of their sixty anniversary was clear and sunny. The bright sunlight streaming in their bedroom window awoke him early that morning. He squinted and turned to face his wife, who was also starting to stir.

"Happy anniversary, darling."

Ella awoke at the sound of her husband's voice and smiled sleepily. Then suddenly her face contorted.

"Oh no, not again!" She gagged as she quickly stumbled out of bed and darted for the bathroom.

Poor Ella, he thought as he heard her retching. She had been ill for the last three days with some sort of stomach bug. She had also been complaining lately about being tired all the time.

Probably from all that vomiting, he thought as he got out of bed and knocked at the bathroom door.

"Ella, sweetheart, are you all right?"

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a very pale Ella answered the door.

"I really wish you'd see a doctor about this," he worried as he led her back to bed.

"Actually, Ilya, I did. Yesterday."

"You did? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because my doctor had a late-afternoon cancellation. I had fallen asleep by the time you got back from your lecture with Stella ."

"Well, what did the doctor say? It's not anything serious, is it?"

"Maybe you'd better sit down, Ilya."

Something about the way she had said that both concerned him and triggered a suspicious feeling in the back of his mind. Obediently, he sat down on the bed next to her. She smiled and took his hand.

"Ilya, I'm pregnant."

He stared at her in shocked disbelief.

Pregnant? Did she say she was pregnant?

Even though they hadn't really been trying to have a child, he knew that Ella wanted another baby. He hadn't really entertained the thought much because he knew that at their ages (he was nearly sixty-five, she was almost thirty-nine) the odds of their conceiving a child weren't great to begin with.

But they had.

"Ilya? Please say something, darling. Are you all right?" She had noticed that he was quite pale.

"I'm just…I'm, oh my, I don't know what to say. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm certain. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Well, yes, it's wonderful, but…pregnant?"

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want to have another child?" Her smile faded. She had thought that he would've been thrilled by her news.

"Of course I do," he said as he leaned over and hugged her. "It's just that the thought of becoming a father again at my age is a little overwhelming. I'm sixty-four now, sixty-five when the baby will be born. By the way, when is the little one due?"

"28th September, believe it or not. But rerember Stella was born a week late, so I wouldn't count on that date being exact."

He sat there in stunned silence for a moment, reflecting on what she had just told him.

Me a father again at sixty-five? Most other men my age are grandfathers at sixty-five. Wait, I am a grandfather. And now I'm going to be a father again. Oh my…this is just so unbelievable.

He stood up to get a glass of water from the bathroom and felt his knees buckle. Ella quickly grabbed his arm.

"Maybe I'd better lie down," he said weakly as he sank back down on the bed. Ella moved over to make room for him next to her.

Oh my God, I've killed him, Ella thought as he closed his eyes. He's having a heart attack.

, Ella thought as he closed his eyes.

"Ilya, do I need to call the doctor?" she asked in near-panic.

"Why?" He shot up. "Are you all right? Is something wrong with the baby?"

"No," she said, relieved. "I thought you were ill."

"Oh, no. I'll be all right in a minute," he said as he laid back down. "It's just that I'm surprised by this morning's turn of events."

"Well, at least you won't forget our sixty anniversary," she said as she laid her head against his chest. (Even though she wanted to cuddle, she did have an ulterior motive. She wanted to check to make certain that he wasn't having a heart attack.)

"No, I definitely won't," he said as he wrapped his arms around her. "Matter of fact, it's the nicest anniversary present you could've given me. Happy anniversary, darling." He kissed her.

"Happy anniversary, sweetheart."

Stella and Arurora sat down at the edge of the river that flowed through the southern boundary of the preserve.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Stella?" Arurora asked as took off her shoes and putted her feet in the water. Stella had been unusually quiet that morning.

"My mom and dad are going to have another baby."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Arurora gushed. "A baby! Aren't you excited?"

"Yeah, thrilled," Stella said in a voice that indicated that she wasn't thrilled at all.

"What's wrong, Stella? Aren't you happy for your mom and dad?"

At ten, Stella was at the age when she was sure that her parents had made it their life's mission to embarrass her. She had a hard enough time accepting the fact that his mom and dad were having sex, but now they were basically advertising it to the world by having a baby. Stella shuddered. "Arurora, she's my mom, for crying out loud! And dad, he's like…old!"

"Stella, you selfish thing!" Arurora exclaimed in disbelief. "I can't believe that you're embarrassed that your mom and dad are going to have another baby!"

Stella scowled at her.

Arurora continued her tirade. "You're the one who's acting like a baby! I can't believe you'd be jealous of a little brother or sister."

"I'm not jealous, Arurora." Stella protested.

"Yes, you are! You've never had to share your mother's affection with anyone, and now along comes a baby to vie for her attention. You are jealous, Stella. Admit it."

Stella said nothing. Arurora had touched a nerve.

"Why, I'd think that you'd be thrilled to have a little brother or sister to teach all about Solaria and about becoming a great fairly."

Stella perked up at this news. She had never thought about it that way.

"Hey, yeah, that's right. I can show them everything I've learned about being a fairly and what it means to have a great fashion scents."

Arurora smiled. She knew that appealing to Stella's ego would do the trick.

"And then maybe I can take them with me on my next journey and help show them the right way to cast a spell! Hey, maybe he or she will become a great failry with good fashion scent, too! Wouldn't that be something?"

"Yeah, that would be nice, Stella.."

"Oh, you're right, Arurora," Stella admitted. "My brother or sister..."

"Brother, Sister, who cares?" Brendan sneered as he came down the hill towards them. "So dad already told you the news, huh?"

"Hey, at least I know how the baby will be related to me. By the way you still have to clean my room?" she said in mock sweetness.

"Well, don't hold your breath, because that'll never happen," Brendan said as he tossed a handful of grass in Stella's direction.

"How will the baby be related to you, Brendan?" Arurora asked as she tried to figure it out in her head.

"He or she will be my brother or sister, too because Stella's my sister," Brendan said as he sat down next to her on the riverbank. "It's already hard enough for me to be related to she," he said, pointing at Stella. "I hate to think how this poor kid's gonna feel when he or she is born."

"That's it!" Stella pounced on Brendan, Stella and Brendan began wrestling.

Arurora rolled her eyes.

I hope this baby's a girl, she thought as Stella and Brendan tumbled into the river. Beside Stella, need a little sister.

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Atemu: I'm sure most of you are wounding why I choose the name I did. The truth is I just pick name that pop out at me for Stella's dad names was ILYA - From Elijah, and it Russian. As for Stella's Mother ELLA - She - Spanish. But that not the resaon why I choose the name. I did it because I read in other story of the Winx Clubs' Fic (Note: If you know the person who choose the name I love to said thank u for it.)