July 12, 1559

England

Mary was eight months into her pregnancy, but the physicians said she could give birth any day now, so she began to make arrangement and plans for the future of her child. She decided that when she had to send the child away from court they would stay at Dumbarton castle, a place Mary herself took residence in before.

She went into her Bedchambers to share this exciting decision with Francis," My love I have decided where our child should live! I could think of no other place than my past residence in Scotland!" She said but did not continue when she noticed something was wrong," Francis, what is it? What is wrong?"

"My father is dead," he said simply and sighed," I just receive this letter from my mother, he died two days ago, I am now the King of France. They quickly rushed the funeral so they could quickly have me coronated, they knew how tumultuous things are."

Mary's breathe was almost taken away as she heard this. The day she feared had come. Now Francis would have to divide his attention between her and France. She knew he would have to spend more time in France, and she needed to stay in England, she feared for their marriage.

Spain

In the three months they'd been married, Elisabeth soon realized her fears of her mentally unstable husband were true, but not in a way she'd expected. He had violent fits and tended to lash out, but not to her. He was always kind and gentle to her, even in the fits of his rage.

The couple enjoyed sitting out by the small pond and feeling the ducks that would swim around, sometimes they even fed them." It is a beautiful day isn't it?" She asked Carlos with a smile. She did not know if she loved him, but she loved being with him, and she was genuinely happy.

Carlos shared her joys. He was fond of his new wife, and hoped for a bright and happy marriage for them." Indeed it is!" He replied happily.

"Your highness I have an urgent message from the Queen of France," a servant said as she handed Elisabeth the letter.

"Shall I read it aloud?" She asked her husband, he enjoyed when she read to him. He nodded. The letter read:

Dearest Daughter,

It saddens me that this will be the first letter you receive from me, but I have grave news. In a tragic accident your father had gotten wounded, and as of July 10, he has been taken by The Lord. Do not worry yourself with coming to France, the funeral is tomorrow, and you must do your duty in Spain. We hope to have Francis crowned by the end of the month. Please, do not despair to greatly, for your brother Charles has agreed to travel to Spain for his his honeymoon after he gets married. He and the Lady Mary should be in Spain a little after the first of August.

Much Love,

Your Mother

Elisabeth was not close to her father, in fact she would go as far to say that she despised him. However she began to tear up at the thought that she had lost a member of her family, and could not see them because she was in Spain. Noticing that his wife was crying, Carlos hugged Elisabeth as she wept.

July 26, 1559

France

Everything had been rushed for Francis's coronation. Catherine knew the sooner her son was on the throne, the better. Catherine was a bit upset to be loosing her title as queen, but she was proud to be passing it on to Mary, whom she thought perfectly capable. She just hoped that the child Mary was carrying is the son everyone hoped for. Catherine knew all to well how vicious French court was to queens who could not bear a son.

Queen Mary stood with her mother in law, now the Queen Mother, as Francis was coronated. Usually the Queen would be in the ceremony as well, but with her pregnancy, Mary thought it best if she did not participate. Besides, she'd already had two coronations in her life, this was Francis's time.

As she watched the ceremony Mary began to have sharp pains in her stomach, and she tried to be obvious about it. However, it did not take long for Catherine to catch on," Whats wrong?"

"Nothing," she said as she tried not to wince in pain and suddenly she felt as if she'd faint," I just need to sit down," she said.

Catherine grabbed Mary's hands," Oh dear God, Mary, you are going into labor." Catherine said, she called the guards to help Mary to her chambers. Catherine did not care about interrupting the ceremony, she cared about her grandchild.

As Mary was rushed to her chambers, Francis stopped the ceremony so he could be with his wife. It was not customary, but when were Mary and Francis ones for customs?

Mary soon laid in her bed breathing heavily, and she tightly gripped her husband's hand, then with her other hand she gripped Catherine's. The labor was agonizing, Mary was wailing, but she knew the pain would be worth it. Soon she hear done cries of a child and the servant said," It's a healthy baby girl."

In this moment Mary, Francis, and even Catherine ceased being royals, and became family of a newborn. They cared little about the gender at this point, they were just glad the child was healthy.

Catherine noticed that Mary was still experiencing serious pain, and she knew why." It's twins," she said. Catherine had given birth to twins before, so she remembered how the pain did not subside.

The labor continued until finally the cry of another child file the room," Your majesty it is a healthy baby boy!"

Mary smiled, she was now the mother of two children. Her beautiful little Adelaide, and the handsome and strong Henry. She said a small prayer, thanking god for this, for giving her something she knew she would always cherish.