This chapter is thanks to TheGirlCalledBrave12 who gave me this prompt: I would like a story in which Amina gets a younger sibling or asks her parents "how babies are formed".

Oh nonononono.

Aladdin raced down the hallway, brushing past a number of servants and guards, all of whom were looking at him like he had grown three heads. Used to being stared at by now, he paid them no heed, intent on getting to his destination as quickly as possible.

The guards outside of Jasmine's study looked at him strangely, but bowed to him and let him through the door regardless.

Head bent over her desk in contemplative thought, Jasmine looked up upon his entry, her initial smile dropping into a concerned frown at his ragged, frantic appearance.

"What's wrong?" she immediately asked. "Is it Amina? Is she okay?"

Catching his breath, Aladdin nodded. "Oh she's fine. Don't worry, nothing's happened. But I have to tell you something and it does concern her."

Jasmine came out from behind the desk and grabbed his arm. "Well, what is it?"

"She…" he paused. "So we were taking a walk through the gardens as usual, talking about everything and anything, you know like we do."

Jasmine nodded and smiled internally. Those two were thick as thieves and could spend hours upon hours together doing whatever pleased them.

"Okay so I'm going on about something or other and then she just gets real quiet like and then suddenly asks me 'Baba, where do babies come from?'" Aladdin's eyes were wide with fear as recounted the events. "How can she ask me that question? She's only four!"

"Is…is that it?"

"What do you mean 'is that it?' What did you expect me to say?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "but certainly not something as trivial as that. With the way you came busting in here, I'd have thought the palace was on fire."

"Well, excuse me if I don't consider our daughter wanting to know about sex to not be a big deal!" he shouted.

Jasmine couldn't help herself. She began laughing right in his face. "Aladdin, calm down. She's four. She doesn't want to know about sex. She just wants to know where babies come from. Every child wonders that at some point or another. Especially when their mother is pregnant." She placed a hand on the slight bump showing from beneath her dress.

"I just-how am I supposed to answer that?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Wait a minute, you didn't answer her?"

"No, of course not! I didn't know what to say."

Jasmine raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "So you didn't give her an answer and then ran away like a scared little boy? Which, by the way, did you just leave her in the gardens alone?"

Aladdin crossed his arms, his posture becoming defensive. "Of course not. I called over a nanny. But also, like you wouldn't have panicked about it too."

Jasmine tilted her head in thought. "Hm, probably not. I would've definitely been caught off guard and surprised by it, but I probably would've still tried to give her an explanation."

Her husband shook his head. "Okay then how about you be the one to explain it to her then?"

"Fine. Since you're going to be a big baby about it, then I will."

Jasmine stood outside her daughter's bedroom door, shifting from foot to foot as she contemplated her next move. She had confidently told Aladdin that it would be a piece of cake to have 'the talk' with their daughter, but now that she was about to do it, she wasn't so sure.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. Ready or not, this needed to be done. It might be a little awkward, but she was the Sultana of Agrabah; there wasn't anything she couldn't do.

She walked in to find Amina playing with some toys while a nanny sat in a chair, watching to make sure she was alright. The older woman leapt to her feet as Jasmine entered and bowed deeply to her.

"Thank you, for watching over Amina, but I'll take it from here."

The nanny took her cue and left, shutting the door quietly behind her.

"Mama!" Amina shouted gleefully, a toothy grin appearing on her face. She ran over, arms extended outwards in a silent demand to be picked up.

Jasmine shook her head, noting to herself that they would have to break her of this habit soon. Bending over, she swung her daughter up on her hip, giving her a hug in greeting.

"So I heard you and Baba had a nice walk through the gardens today."

Amina nodded. "Yep! We played hide an' seek and ran around and Baba was sayin' a funny story 'bout Abu and—" she suddenly cut herself, her face morphing into a pout. "Then Baba acted weird and made us go inside and left. But is'okay, I gots my toys."

"Sweetheart, do you know why he was acting weird?" When she shook her head, Jasmine said, "It's because you asked him a question that he didn't know how to answer."

Putting her finger to her chin, Amina's brow furrowed in thought. "You mean 'bout babies?"

Jasmine nodded. "Mhmm. Baba was being silly and wanted me to tell you instead of him. Do you still want to know where babies come from?"

"Yes, please."

Ever the polite little Princess. Jasmine carried Amina over the bed and set her on it before perching on the edge next to her. "You're a little young to know all the details yet, but I can tell you the short simple version. Is that okay?"

Amina nodded.

"Okay then…when a mother and father love each other enough, they decide if they want to have children. The father has a special seed and the mother has a special garden. If they both decided they want to have a child, then the father puts his seed inside the mother's garden. That seed will then grow into a baby."

"But how does the seed get to the garden?"

Jasmine paused, her mouth gaping open as she tried to think of a response. "With, uh…" she wracked her brain, completely unprepared for a follow up question. She'd thought Amina would just take her simple description for what it was and be satisfied. Turns out, it sometimes sucks to have an endlessly curious child.

"With a lot of love," she finally said. She watched her daughter's face scrunch up as she thought about whether or not this was an acceptable explanation. She breathed a sigh of relief when Amina smiled and nodded her head.

"Okay."

Jasmine exhaled, the ball of anxiety loosening in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to just leave it at that, but she felt like she was obligated to ask, "You don't have any more questions…do you?"

"Um…yeah."

Jasmine internally groaned and slapped herself in the face.

"Is the special garden here?" she reached out and touched a hand to her mother's midsection. "Is that why your tummy's so big?"

"Yes, it is," she said. "Your little brother or sister is growing there right now."

"When can I meet him?"

Jasmine smiled down at her. "Not for another few months, I'm afraid. They're still very tiny and need to get a little bit bigger before they're ready to come out."

"How will they come out?"

"Okay, you know what? I think that's enough questions for today. And it's almost your nap time anyway, my darling."

Amina pouted up at her. "But I don't wanna!"

Jasmine shook her head. "No buts, missy. Now let's get you changed into your sleep clothes and get your butt back into bed. You'll be a little grump if you don't get your nap."

Reluctantly, Amina let her mother change her clothes and crawled beneath the sheets. "Do I have to?" she said as a yawn suddenly came upon her.

Jasmine raised an eyebrow at her and chuckled. "Yes, you do. You're already tired so don't fight it." Kissing her forehead, she turned to leave. "I'll be back to check on you in a little while."

When she received no response, Jasmine glanced over her shoulder and nearly laughed when she saw her daughter already passed out. She was just like her father. Aladdin could fall asleep in an instant as well.

Making her way to her chambers, she was taken aback by Aladdin's pacing of the room.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He jumped at the sound of her voice and dashed over. "So did you do it?"

"If by that you mean talk to my daughter about where babies come from then yes, I did it."

"How'd it go? Is she gonna ask more questions?"

Jasmine shrugged. "Probably later at some point, but I gave her a basic answer that seemed to satisfy her for now. It really wasn't as hard as you were making it out to be."

"Well, then you can be the one to have all the talks from now on since you're such an expert at it."

Jasmine laughed and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. If this one's a boy, then you're definitely doing all the talks. It's bad enough I'm going to have to do the monthly bleeding talk with Amina in a few years."

Aladdin paled. "Oh no, don't even mention that. I don't need to think about her growing up any faster than she already is."

"Aw, it's okay," she said, kissing him gently on the lips. "She'll always be our little girl."

"What, uh, what did you tell her exactly about…?"

"I said something about a man's special seed and woman's special garden and the man puts the seed in the garden and it grows into a baby. Honestly, I kinda made it up as I went along."

"Hmm," Aladdin looked lost in thought. "What's she doing now?"

"Right now? Right now she's down for her midday nap."

"Is that so?" Aladdin wound an arm around her lower back and pulled her flush against him. "In that case, we'll have no interruptions?"

She could definitely see where he was going with this and bit her lip in excitement. "Not unless I'm needed for any Sultana duties, in which case I can just tell them to go away."

"The perks of being Sultana," he laughed, leaning in close to brush his lips against hers. "So we have plenty of time?"

She nodded. "Yes, we do. So how about you get to work putting your special seed in my garden?"

Picking her up, her placed her on their bed, crawling over her like a dangerous predator about to pounce on its prey. Nuzzling her neck, he nipped at the flesh, his hand resting possessively over her belly. "I thought I already did."

"Couldn't hurt to try again," she said coyly. "Now get to work, my love."

He dove beneath her skirts with a resounding "Yes, ma'am."