A/N: Whooo boy do I have some tags for this one...Warning Childbirth and mentions of a stillbirth. Please read at your own risk, if you want to skip the risky part look for ~~*~~*~~ which is my normal break but doubled. It will be at the beginning and end of said part.

Also there is a minor time skip from the last chapter so don't think you missed anything ;)

Aeris wandered the halls of the castle, Urora was likely panicking trying to find her. She loved her adoptive mother, but she was becoming more and more overbearing the further Aeris progressed in her pregnancy.

She turned down the hall that led to her destination, the kitchens. Her cravings hit hard and fast and required an immediate fix, or Aeris was likely to burst into tears… or throw things… or both. Aeris pushed the door open and greeted the kitchen maid with a smile. "Hello, Halda,"

The elderly hylian woman looked up from her book. "Hello, Aeris," She put the book down and rose to her feet. "What are we craving tonight?"

Aeris waddled forward. "Pie, I think," She rubbed her hand over her swollen belly. "Yeah, definitely pie.

"The little lady knows what she wants," Halda smiled softly as she cut a large slice of wildberry and voltfruit pie. "How are you?"

Aeris struggled to sit on one of the stools. "Good," She huffed as she finally settled into the stool. "Getting a bit restless,"

"I remember the feeling," Halda pushed the plate to Aeris. "You're what, seven months along?"

"Eight," She spoke through a full mouth. It was unlady like but she didn't care, Halda made the best pie.

"Heartburn gets so bad it takes your breath away," Halda started cutting a second slice, already knowing that Aeris would ask for another.

Aeis nodded vigorously. "And I pee a little if I laugh too hard,"

Halda laughed heartily. "But just you wait, none of it will matter when you're holding your little girl in your arms," The womans blue eyes shone. "Does it feel like she's kicking you in the ribs?"

Aeris frowned. "She doesn't move much," She'd actually never felt the baby move. "At all actually,"

"Some babies don't," Halda patted Aeris' hand. "It's nothing to worry about,"

The kitchen door opened and Urora burst in. "Aeris!" The gerudo woman stormed toward them. "What are you doing down here,"

Aeris held up her plate. "Pie,"

"Good evening, Urora," Halda waved to the Gerudo woman and started cutting another slice of pie.

"Sands, Halda you're still here?" Urora rested a hand on Aeris' shoulder. "How long has it been? Shouldn't one of the younger girls be here?"

The Hylian woman waved her hand dismissively. "Let them have time with their families. All my children are grown and living their own lives,"

Aeris let out a hiss of pain, her hands gripped her round stomach tightly. "Ow,"

The two older women jumped into action. "Are you alright?" Urora did little to hide the panic in her voice.

Aeris let out a shaky breath and smiled. "I think it was just one of those false contractions the midwife told us about,"

"Nope that's it," Urora took the plate from Aeris. "Come on, you're on bed rest until this baby comes,"

"Urora," Aeris whined as she was carefully pulled from the stool.

"Ah," Urora used her mom voice. "Halda, she'll have her meals in her room at the designated times, with no extra sweets,"

Aeris pouted but let Urora usher her out of the kitchen and to her room.

Aeris sat in bed sobbing, she wasn't quite sure what had set her off but every little thing seemed to keep the tears coming. The window was open and inch to wide, she couldn't reach her book, and most of all she wanted Ganondorf.

She hadn't seen him once in the months since that day in the Fortress dungeons, it was like he didn't exist. He'd locked himself in the tower and no had seen him since. She felt ashamed of the fact that she missed him. He'd done terrible things and the once beautiful kingdom of Hyrule was suffering, but she was still married to him and she still loved him.

The door to her room cracked open and Aeris stopped blubbering long enough to see a furry grey head peering at her. "Hey Kit,"

The large grey tabby nudged the door open wider and padded into the room. She'd found Kit in the stables starving and nearly dead, it had been her personal goal to keep him alive for weeks after they'd arrived back at the castle.

The end of the bed dipped slightly as Kit jumped neatly onto its surface. He meowed once as if to announce his presence then sauntered to Aeris, he gave her round stomach several delicate sniffs then curled around it.

Aeris traced her fingers along the swirling pattern on his side and he began purring loudly. The cat's presence helped soothe Aeris some.

Kit was a peculiar cat, he was much larger than an average barn cat, with bold black stripes on his legs, but a solid swirling pattern on his side. His fur was slate grey save for his face and paws, which were white with lighter grey points.

Aeris gently stroked behind his ears and he happily leaned into her hand. "Spoiled and lazy," Kit cracked one golden eye and gave her an incredulous look.

A sharp pain coursed through her suddenly, her entire abdomen contracted harshly enough that it disturbed Kit's slumber, the cat jumped up, startled by the sudden movement. Aeris hissed and gripped her stomach, panic coursing through her.

She pushed Kit off of her lap and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Another wave of pain took her breath away, but she forced herself to stand. She took several steps and gripped the bed for support as another pain gripped her. She took several panting breaths and continued, she had to find Urora.

She was sobbing by the time she reached the door, sweat poured down her face, the pains were getting closer together now. She stepped out into the hall praying that Urora was close, Kit rubbed against her legs, offering his support in the only way he could.

She gripped the wall and took a few wobbling steps. Kit yowled as something warm gushed down her legs and splashed on the stone floor, she looked down and saw blood running in rivulets down her legs, she screamed.

The pain of labour was a prison for her mind. In that jail cell of fear and confusion the time passed without her being able to keep track. Her stomach tightened, she heard her own scream without being aware of making it. Urora sat behind her, the woman's legs wrapped around her and helped support her, she rubbed Aeris shoulders and offered words of encouragement.

It was to early and everyone in the room knew it. The midwife, a portly hylian woman, had rushed into the room with a bundle of towels, screaming for her assistant to get boiling water from the kitchens.

Fear and pain clouded Aeris mind, each new contraction sent her into a whole new world of pain. "Breathe for me Aeris," Urora wrapped her arms around Aeris and pulled her torso tightly against her. "You have to breathe,"

"I can't!" Aeris sobbed, "I can't do this!"

Nothing could have prepared her for this, the classes the midwife had given her were lost.

"You can!" The midwife gripped Aeris' knees. "You will,"

"Just think," Urora murmured into Aeris' ear. "Once this is over you'll have a brand new baby girl,"

Aeris took a breath and tried to focus on her daughter, she would be the first good thing to happen since they arrived in Hyrule. She could picture the child running through the halls of the Fortress, squealing with laughter. She imagined their daughter running toward a smiling Ganondorf, his arms outstretched so proud to be a father.

"I want Ganondorf!" Aeris sobbed.

Urora and the midwife exchanged looks. "My lady men aren't allowed into the room," The midwife's assistant, who stood by Aeris head with a warm cloth, spoke up.

Aeris gripped the young woman's shirt and pulled her close. "I. Want. My. Husband," Each word was a growl until another contraction had Aeris screaming.

"Go," Urora cradled Aeris' head. The odds that the man would show himself were low, but if the thought of him coming helped ease Aeris' mind, so be it.

The young woman handed the cloth to Urora and bolted out of the room. The warmth of the cloth against her face was a small relief in a sea of pain.

"Urora the odds of this child…" The midwife began but stopped when Urora sent her a dangerous look.

"We will do everything in our power," Urora spoke her voice dangerously low.

Aeris let out a deep breath through her teeth as another contraction passed. "I think I need to push,"

Aeris screamed, she was exhausted and her whole body was shaking. Tears streamed down her flushed face as she panted for air. "I can't do this anymore!"

Urora shifted behind her. "Just a little more," She sent the midwife a panicked look.

"I can see the head," The midwife looked up over Aeris' knees. "One more good push and you'll have a beautiful baby,"

"Give me one more push," Urora murmured against Aeris' hair. "One more and it will all be over,"

Aeris struggled the breathe as she nodded her head. One more, she could manage one more.

"I'm gonna give you a countdown," The midwife readjusted Aeris' legs, for better leverage.

"Three,"

Aeris took several deep breaths, readying herself.

"Two,"

Urora gripped Aeris' shoulders and rested her head against her head.

"Push!"

The midwife pushed Aeris' legs against her stomach and Aeris screamed as she pushed one last time.

All of the pressure in her abdomen was gone as the midwife caught the baby and quickly turned away from them.

Urora wiped Aeris Face with the cloth and murmured praises to her.

"How is she?" Aeris pushed herself away from Urora. "Please tell me,"

Urora untangled herself from Aeris and rushed to the midwife's side. Aeris watched the two work in silence, anxiety bubbled up in her chest. "Shouldn't she be crying?" She pushed herself up in the bed. "Why isn't she crying?"

Urora turned to her with tears pooling in her eyes. "Aeris, vehvi I need you to calm down,"

Aeris' heart sank. "No!" She tried to push herself out of bed but Urora stopped her. "Tell me why she isn't crying!" Fresh tears started slipping down her cheeks. "Tell me!" The scream ripped itself from her throat.

The midwife turned and simply shook her head.

Urora deflated and Aeris' heart stopped. "No," her voice was barely a whisper. Urora tried to wrap her arms around Aeris but was shoved away. "No!"

"My daughter. My baby. My baby. My baby," She couldn't breathe, the panic was choking her. She started rocking, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Suddenly words are bubbling in her throat, every thought in her head came pouring out, like she didn't have enough time to say what she needed to. Her words crowded together and some are missing all together. Her sentences are fragmented and her thoughts seemed to jump from one thing to another. All her emotions came tumbling out unchecked by her brain, she's in some kind of mental free-fall, unable to stop herself from spiraling.

Urora turns to the midwife tears slipping from her golden eyes. "Help her," She croaked helplessly. "Please,"

The midwife carefully laid the lifeless bundle on the end of the bed and pulled a small vile from her apron, a dark purple liquid sloshed ominously inside. "Hold her,"

Urora wrapped her arms around Aeris, narrowly missing an elbow to the face. She fought against Aeris as she struggled. "Aeris I need you to stop," Her words fell on deaf ears.

The midwife unstoppered the bottle and Urora wrapped her legs around Aeris, trapping her. The midwife gripped Aeris face and forced the bottle between her lips.

Aeris fought against them but couldn't get out of Urora's grip. The contents of the vial burned as it filled her mouth. She gagged against the vile taste, some of the purple liquid dribbled down her chin. She tried to spit the liquid out, but the midwife clamped her hand under her jaw and pinched her nose, forcing her head back and leaving her with no choice but to swallow.

The effect was almost instant, Aeris head started to swim and the world began fading away. She managed one final coherent thought before darkness took her.

"...my baby…"

When she regained consciousness a large warm hand was stroking her hair. She moaned quietly, everything hurt. Her whole body ached as she tried to sit up.

A hand pushed her to lay back down. "Stay," his voice filled her and sent waves of emotion through her.

She blinked up at him, the last of the drowsiness fading away. He looked horrible, his hair was matted, his eyes were bloodshot and his skin was taking on a sickly green pallor. "I'm so sorry," His voice was hoarse.