Chapter Four: Family Reunion

Authors Note: I know the lines from Yuki's point of view are from the dream she had in the last chapter but I wanted you guys to see what was going to happen after their daughter was born. Please review.

Eimi P.O.V.

It's been months since father was injured and mother left.

Signing the last of the paperwork, I stood up and pushed the chair in before turning to the window. It was still daylight and I knew I shouldn't be up but I just couldn't sleep. Feeling fatigued, I walked out of the study and almost walked into Alexander.

He reached his hand out and caught my shoulder, steadying me. "Careful, Eimi." His eyes narrowed. "Is something wrong?"

Damn. I should've known he would still be awake. "No, everything is fine." Not wanting to be asked any more questions, I hurried past him. Alexander was my youngest brother but we weren't exactly close. I stopped outside my bedroom to take a deep breath when I felt it. It was a familiar sensation from when my twin brother went into his slumber. This could only mean one thing.

Father was waking up.

Not caring that I was wearing heels and a dress, I bolted down the hallway, my heels clacking against the wood. Reaching the concrete doors, I pushed them open and hurried inside. I stood there, panting, as the lid slid off the coffin and he sat up. Father looked over and he smiled as he climbed out. I smiled back and ran into his arms. He hugged me tightly, murmuring that he missed me.

I pulled back and saw a familiar look in his eyes. "I suppose you heard mother?"

He nodded. "Yes, I did. I will go to see her but I can't stay so I will only go when she needs blood."

That's right. Sometimes I forget that our pregnancies are longer than a humans. I straightened my dress and folded my hands behind my back. "You should go to mother. It's been months since she left and I know she was still worrying about you."

"I'll return as soon as I can." He kissed the top of my head and disappeared.

-Five Years Later-

"Eimi, can you come here for a second?" Mother asked.

I stood up from my spot at the window and went over to her. It's been five years since she and father returned and she was due any day now. "Do you need something, mother?"

"Can you help me to my bedroom? I can feel dawn approaching."

I nodded and helped her stand up, letting her lean against me as I helped her upstairs. Once I knew she was in bed, I left her room and decided to go to bed as well.

Nicholas P.O.V.

After finishing the reports, I put the paperwork away and I was about to go to the parlor when I heard a scream. No, not just any scream. It was my wife and I could smell blood.

I ran at full speed upstairs and threw the door open. Yuki was lying on the bed, the mid-wife kneeling in front of her. I rushed over and took Yuki's hand in mine, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Nicholas..." She whispered, her voice sounding weak.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm right here." I barely got the sentence out before she screamed again as she pushed. I kept a firm grip on her hand even though it felt like she was going to break mine. The smell of her blood was stronger than before and the room was silent until we heard it. A baby crying.

The mid-wife smiled as she wiped the baby clean. "It's a healthy baby girl."

Yuki leaned back against the pillows, her breathing shallow, as she murmured something I couldn't understand.

"What did you say?" I asked her.

"Her name will be Hinata...after my mother." She repeated, a little louder this time.

I smiled and kissed the back of her hand. "Of course."

The mid-wife had cleaned all the blood off Hinata and handed her to me. Swaddled in pink blankets was my newborn daughter, her hair a dark shade of red. Yuki smiled at us. "Nicholas, I'm going to rest for awhile. Will you watch over her for now?"

I nodded. "Yes, my love. Please rest."

Yuki closed her eyes and within seconds, she was asleep along with our daughter.

Yuki P.O.V.

It was shortly after sunset, the birds chirping as they flew to their nests, the wind blowing lightly, causing sand to scatter around the palace. I sat by the window, watching my husband as he sat outside in the rocking chair that was set up under the tree, a bundle of pink blankets in his arms as the baby slept soundly, her pale skin a contrast to the red hair she shared with her brother and sister. I knew when she opened her eyes, they would be heterochromia like her fathers, except her left eye would be yellow and her right would be green.

I stood up and slipped out the door to the garden, watching them from a distance. Nicholas seemed to be at ease, his eyes closed while he held our newborn daughter close to him, a smile on his lips. Pulling my shawl closer around me, I slowly walked over to them, careful not to wake her.

Nicholas opened his eyes and his expression was full of love. I smiled at him and leaned down, lightly brushing my lips against his. "I did not mean to wake you."

Nicholas shook his head, supporting his daughter with one arm while he lifted his other hand and brushed my cheek with his fingertips. "You didn't wake me, love. I knew you were watching and had a feeling you would come out to see us." His eyes darkened for a moment. "Are you sure you should be up right now?"

I knew what he was talking about. There were slight complications with our daughters birth earlier this morning and I was still feeling weak. "I just wanted to make sure both of you were okay." I said, hoping he didn't notice something was wrong.

His eyes narrowed but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stood up, keeping our daughter close to his chest and put his other arm around my shoulders, holding me next to him. I put both my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder as he spoke, his voice quiet. "I'll do anything I can to make sure our daughter doesn't have to deal with the watchful eye of the Senate. I don't want her anywhere near or involved with them." His grip tightened and I knew he felt the same way I did. We wanted our children's futures to be bright and full of love, not fear and control.