A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter. It really means a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this fic so much. Like I said, all these chapters are pretty much in no specific chronological sequence. And I asked you all whether you thought they would have a boy or girl and 4 of you said girl, 2 of you said boy, and 1 person didn't have a preference either way. Well some of you were right and some of you ended up being wrong.

This chapter was inspired by TamyWhiteRose who left a review and said, "As Jasmine was against the marriage law, I can imagine Aladdin by her side when the time comes!"

A/N 2: No set POVs, we jump between them like men!

Jasmine had been feeling off pretty much all day. Every now and then, she would experience these small cramps in her lower abdomen. In her opinion, though, they hadn't been painful or frequent enough to warrant a visit to the healer's. She had been stuck in trade renegotiations all day with diplomats from Sherebad and her own advisors and she couldn't see it ending anytime soon.

Sherebad was one of their closest allies, if not the closest. There was no bad blood between them, but Jasmine had yet to hear of any kind of negotiations between any two countries—friendly or otherwise—that didn't take forever to settle.

A sharp spasm hit her belly and the intensity of it nearly forced her to double over in pain. Jasmine bit her lip to keep from crying out.

There was no doubt in her mind what was happening: she was going into labor. Her baby had been trying to alert her all day that they were on their way and, foolishly, she had ignored it. The signs were there, but the constant bickering from the men in the room had distracted her from seeing them.

A few short minutes later, she felt another pang, this one causing sweat to form on her brow. This baby was coming and they were coming now. There was no way this was going to wait until after negotiations were done. Loudly clearing her throat, Jasmine stood from her seat, gathering everyone's attention.

"Sultana, is there something you would like to add?"

Jasmine shook her head. "Not with regards to trade, Nazim. However, I'm afraid we'll have to put this meeting on hold for the time being. Now, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, I must go find the palace healer and have this baby."

She had never seen a group of men look so startled and wide-eyed in her life. Not even when she, a woman, took the throne. On a normal day, she would've laughed. Today was not a normal day, though. Today, she was going to become a mother.

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"Where is he, Dalia?" Jasmine said in between contractions.

"They're out looking for him now. I'm sure they'll find him soon."

"They better." Jasmine was grateful that Dahlia was there, but she wanted her husband. She wanted Aladdin.

Dalia and Genie had shown up in Agrabah a couple weeks ago after leaving to travel on their new boat. Neither had wanted to chance missing the birth of their dear friends' baby.

In addition to Dalia and the palace healer with her, Jasmine also had one of the best midwives in the country present. The healer was there to simply make sure Jasmine's health remained stable, but the midwife would be the one to take part in the actual delivery.

Several long minutes passed with her contractions getting closer together when she heard loud noises outside the room. Aladdin burst through the door, Genie hot on his heels. Aladdin ran over to his wife and knelt by her side.

"Sorry I'm late," he said trying to catch his breath. He and Genie had been walking through the market outside the palace when a guard had come running up to them, informing them that the Sultana was about to give birth. It took a second for the words to process, but when they did, Aladdin leapt into a sprint, weaving through the crowd with only a single thought in his mind: get to Jasmine.

"You're not late," Jasmine replied through gritted teeth. Another contraction rolled through her and she grabbed onto Aladdin's hand, squeezing it tight. "You're right on time."

"Sultana, I simply cannot have this many people crowding the room," the midwife said. "My Prince, I'm sorry, but you and your friend must leave. Childbirth is no place for men."

"No!" Jasmine protested. "He stays. I want him with me."

The midwife hesitated. Tradition dictated that husbands were supposed to stay out of the delivery room. But after all, Jasmine had already turned tradition on its head by becoming ruler of Agrabah. So why no this too? "Are you sure, Sultana?"

"Do not question me right now."

The midwife bowed her head. "My apologies, Your Majesty."

"Dalia," Jasmine turned toward her former handmaiden. She didn't exactly want to kick her friend out of the room, but she also wanted this to be something that she and Aladdin would experience for themselves.

Dalia smiled at her, nodding her understanding, and began leading Genie away. "We'll be waiting outside in the hallway."

The second the door closed behind them, Jasmine cried out in pain.

The midwife knelt between her open legs, and pushed up the nightgown Jasmine was wearing to check how far along she was.

"Won't be much longer now, Sultana. You're nearly there."

Aladdin looked at Jasmine, concern written all over his face. "What can I do?"

"Just don't let go of my hand."

He brought her hand up to his lips and brushed a kiss against her knuckles. Glancing around, he spotted a clean rag at the edge of the bed. He grabbed it and brought it up to her forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that lay there.

The midwife checked between Jasmine's legs again and inhaled deeply. "Alright, Sultana. It's time. When the next contraction hits, you must push as hard as you can. Only stop when I say to."

Jasmine felt a shiver of anxiety roll down her spine. This was it. She and Aladdin were about to meet their child for the first time. They were about to become parents. She saw Aladdin's eyes go wide as that realization dawned on him too.

When the now familiar intense pain rolled through her again, she steeled herself and bore down, pushing with all her might. After a moment, the midwife told her to stop.

"Okay, take a breath, Sultana, and do the same when the next one comes."

A few minutes and several contractions passed and Jasmine already felt like all of her strength was gone. How on earth was she supposed to push this baby out? She'd probably have an easier time scaling a mountain all by herself.

"I don't think I can do it anymore," she panted.

"Don't say that." Aladdin got up and sat beside her. "Of course you can. You're the strongest person I know, Jasmine. You lead an entire country everyday despite so many out there willing you to fail. You helped save the people of Agrabah when an evil sorcerer decided he wanted to take over. You proved your father wrong and showed him that you were the right choice to become heir to the throne.

"There's nothing you can't do if you set your mind to it. And I know the woman that I married would never give up this easily…Also…you don't really have a choice in this. That baby's coming out now and I don't think they're gonna wait for you."

Jasmine let out a breathless laugh and began to sit up amongst the mound of pillows surrounding her. Maybe she'd be able to push better like this.

Aladdin, immediately understanding what she was about to do, put a hand on her back to help her up. "Here," he said, "lean forward." When she complied, he propped a couple pillows up and crawled behind her, his legs on either side of her.

She sat back against his chest, extremely grateful for all of his support—both emotionally and now physically as well. A shockwave of pain shot through her and she screamed in agony as she pushed once more. It felt like she was being torn in half. Her lower half was on fire and her brain was telling her to stop in order to get rid of the pain. Ignoring those thoughts, she soldiered on.

Jasmine's grip on Aladdin's hands tightened even further as she clenched her jaw and kept pushing.

"Okay, Your Majesty, the head's out."

Jasmine heaved a sigh of relief and tried to get her breathing under control during the short moment of rest she had in between contractions.

"Now comes the hardest part," the midwife said.

"You mean everything else was easy?" Aladdin replied incredulously.

The midwife chuckled and shook her head. "Oh of course not. But now the shoulders need to come out. They're the widest part of the body, even for a newborn."

Jasmine groaned, suddenly regretting every single life choice that had led up to this moment. "This is so your fault," she told her husband. "You're never allowed to touch me ever again."

Aladdin had the good sense to not argue with her just then. "Yes, dear."

Gathering every ounce of strength left in her, Jasmine took a deep breath and then bore down.

"Keep going, you're almost there!" The midwife had a blanket at the ready between Jasmine's legs.

"C'mon, Jasmine, a little more. Break my hand if you have to," Aladdin said, his mouth close to her ear.

Jasmine gave one last push, screaming so loud, she was sure the rest of Agrabah could hear her. Suddenly, she felt something give way and the immense pressure within her immediately dissipated. A few seconds later, the sound of crying filled the air and the midwife held up a wriggling, red-faced baby.

Unable to hold herself up anymore, Jasmine fell back completely, letting Aladdin take all of her weight. She felt him press featherlight kisses to her cheek and neck.

"You did it," he murmured. "I'm so proud of you." His arms gently encircled her stomach."

The palace healer walked over and began a quick examination of her to make sure that the delivery hadn't affected her health negatively in any way. It was a minute later when he stepped back and confirmed that she seemed perfectly fine.

"I'll be back later to do another check up on you, Sultana," he told her. "But everything looks normal. Don't hesitate to send for me if something should arise."

"Thank you, Rashad. Could you tell our friends waiting outside that everything went well?"

The healer bowed his head. "Of course, Your Majesty. And congratulations on the babe."

Speaking of, Jasmine's attention was brought back to the midwife who was coming over, the baby securely wrapped in a soft blanket.

"Would you like to see your little girl now?"

Jasmine felt all the breath knocked out of her at the revelation that she had a daughter. She held out her arms and the midwife placed the bundle into them. Looking down, Jasmine couldn't help the smile the slowly grew on her face.

Her daughter had a head full of dark hair and the smallest button nose she'd ever seen. Her little lips were pursed as she slept, completely oblivious to all the attention that was on her.

"Oh," Aladdin breathed in awe. This was his daughter. And she was the most precious thing he'd ever laid eyes on. He swallowed down a lump in his throat but didn't bother to try to stop the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"Are you crying?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah," he admitted, unashamed of it.

"Me too," she said, laughing softly so as to not jar the baby awake.

"She's so beautiful," Aladdin said, brushing his hand lightly over the baby's head.

"Yeah, she is. What should we name her?"

"How about…" Aladdin started, "Amina?"

He heard Jasmine inhale sharply. "After my mother?"

Aladdin nodded. "Her name was Mina and I figure we could honor her with it, but also not give our daughter the exact same name."

Jasmine looked over her shoulder at him and smiled softly. "I love it. And I love you."

Aladdin pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. "I love you too." He paused for a second before saying, "So…a little while back when you were…you know."

"Pushing your child out of my body?"

"Yes, that. You, uh, you said that I wasn't ever allowed to touch again after this…Were you serious about that?"

Jasmine stared at him, unimpressed, and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

Aladdin chuckled nervously under her gaze. "I, uh…I think I should probably drop this conversation now and not bring it back up for another couple months at least."

"That sounds like a good idea."

A/N: It's a girl! Surprise! I'm grateful for the name suggestions that some of you sent me, but in the end, I went on a few baby naming websites and settled on "Amina." Thank you for reading this and I hope you all liked it. Let me know if there's anything else you would like to see happen and I'll see what I can do. Some chapters will be longer than others depending on how much inspiration hits me and what I feel like I can do with a prompt.