Book three of a series

You'll Be In My Heart

First things first: most of the characters in my stories belong to Jim Henson, not to me.

Remember, this has an M rating. So there will be smut. (I really hate that word. I shall have to find another for the future.) I think these two lovers deserve to enjoy one another. Even though Sarah is pregnant, they can definitely still have hot, crazy, wild sex. Even toward the end of the last term, when one just has to be creative. (Something Jareth has never had difficulty with.) I wanted to show that expectant mothers can be beautiful and desirable.

I didn't mean to create a series, but the characters have come to life for me, and are demanding that I keep things going as they are. Therefore, this is the third installment in the series. Sarah and Jareth are pregnant with their first child. Not an easy thing to do if one is an Immortal. However, this isn't just any child. In the second book, Sarah has already met her when she was about three years old and Sarah was not even pregnant yet. She has met her as a teenager during her coronation. The baby is a time traveler, and has the ability to travel back-and-forth in time. This, as you can imagine, makes for some very interesting problems for S and J. Her name is Saoirse (SERE-sha), a name which means independence or freedom.

Enough of that, now. Let's begin:

"When we follow our hearts, when we choose not to settle. It's funny, isn't it? A weight lifts, the sun shines a little brighter, and for a brief moment, we find a little peace." - Sarah O'Rourke

Sarah was sitting on a sofa in the living room, looking out the window. In her lap was one book, and next to her was an intimidating pile of others. The book on her lap was called What to Expect When You Are Expecting, designed to let pregnant mothers know about their bodily changes, what the baby should be doing at what stage, and what to expect at birth.

She was vacillating between relief and horror. Jareth had gotten her all of these books when she had first told him about the baby. He was so excited that he had gone Above and purchased every book he could imagine that she might find useful.

On the one hand, these books were answering questions that she had about the process. On the other, she felt this incredible closeness with her baby already. Each seemed to know what the other needed, and seemed to almost send thoughts to one another. She did not know if this was because her baby was half Fae and her mother an Immortal, but the close connection could not be denied and was comforting to Sarah.

Some of the physical aspects, mostly of giving birth, seriously made her terrified. However, something told her that her body would know what to do, that women had been successfully bearing children for hundreds of thousands of years. She would have Ixonia and her new training with her, as well as Dr. Matthews, a pediatric surgeon, from Above. She had told Jareth that a simple obstetrician would be fine, but he was taking no chances. She smiled. She knew he would be a good father, but she couldn't believe how tender and loving he was with both of them.

As if he knew she was thinking about him, he strolled into the library and laid down on the sofa, his head in her lap. "So," he began, "What have we learned from all of our reading so far?"

She laughed. Jareth was starting to read some of the books too. "Well, she's about this big," and she held her finger and thumb apart roughly 3 inches. "And her fingers and toes are no longer webbed. So she's not going to be a frog."

Jareth chuckled. "Well, so much for the frog princess." He turned his head and kissed Sarah's belly. "All I know is that you are going to be gorgeous, little girl."

"Of course she will be," smiled Sarah. "Just look at her parents!" Jareth reached one arm up and tickled her.

"And how about Mama? Anything new going on with you, love, besides bearing the fruit of my loins?"

She made a face and shook her head. "Please don't use that expression again. It's kind of disgusting."

"And, besides my breasts getting huge," and here Jareth made an appreciative 'Mmmm' sound, "I think it's safe to consider sharing the news with friends now, not just family. I'm also talking to Ixonia about some safe and gentle exercise options. We can bond with our little one by talking to and singing to her, or listening to our favorite music together. Soon she'll be able to hear us!"

Jareth had started talking to the baby already. He turned his head back toward Sarah's small bump and said, "Don't listen to that. We both know you're gifted. You could hear me ages ago." Sarah laughed. Goodnight Moon was his favorite thing to read to her right now, before he and Sarah went to bed. Or he would spin wild, fanciful tales of his own. Sarah marveled at his imagination.

He looked up at Sarah and winked. "Any requests?"

"Are you going to be singing again?"

"You know you love my voice," he grinned.

She leant down and kissed his forehead. "Just, no more dirty drinking songs. She shouldn't be listening to that. And I'm not crazy about them either," she added.

"What?" He pretended to look offended. "No more 'Kilted For Her Pleasure' or 'Bugger Off'?"

"Absolutely not."

He gave an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. But I'm not singing any stupid bloody nursery rhymes. I find them demeaning to both parent and child."

Sarah sighed tolerantly. "How about one of your own songs?"

Jareth's eyes lit up. "How about 'Magic Dance'? I know she'll love that one!"

"I think she would, but it's going to get her all worked up, and I'd like to take a nap soon. What about 'As the World Falls Down'? "I've always loved that song."

His eyes widened as he looked up at her. "Really?"

"Really. What girl in her right mind could not fall for a magical king that could dance like that, and look like you?"

"I knew it! You did have a crush on me back then! You cheeky little minx!"

"I just didn't want you thinking I'd be so easily impressed by some knight in shining… whatever."

He reached up to kiss her and then said, "Just remember, I'll always be your king in shining whatever."

He reached for her hand, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of it. He began softly:

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes

A kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon

Within your heart – "

Sarah's head was leaning back against the sofa, her eyes were closed, listening to the beautiful and poignant song written just for her. Suddenly, several things hit her at once. She had married the love of her life, they were pregnant, which was not easy for Immortals, and this man was so gentle and kind, she was so glad that she hadn't settled for some of the other guys she had dated in high school and college. Hadn't settled for her first world. It was overwhelming. She couldn't help it - big, fat tears started to roll down her cheeks. One of them plopped on Jareth's face.

Immediately he sat up and took her in his arms. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Is my voice that bad?"

She laughed through her tears. "No, love, your voice is perfect. The song is perfect. Our life is perfect. I just can't believe I'm so lucky. I think the hormones are kicking in again or something…"

Leaning back, he held her face in both hands so they could easily see one another. "So you're crying because you feel your life is too perfect," she sniffled and nodded yes.

"I don't know that I've ever said this to you exactly this way," she began, "but I always thought that there was something wrong with me. And I always wanted to run, until I met you. You're so different and unique that you make me make sense. You and me, we just fit. And I don't want to leave you. I never want to go anywhere without you." She sniffed.

"And you won't ever have to, love. You know, those raging hormones of yours have some good qualities, too." And he moved forward to give her the softest, slowest, most sensual of kisses, lightly tracing the inside of her lips with his tongue.

Those hormones certainly were going insane. Slowly she brought her fingertips to her lips. Her heart was beating so fast, looking at him, with his beautiful smile and the planes of his face; feeling him, breathing in his scent; she wanted him so badly. She stood up and took his hand.

"Let's go!" she said, pulling him toward the Royal Chambers, softly laughing.

Once they were there, she gave him a quick kiss, and said "Why don't you get into bed? I'll be right back." And she headed for the dressing room.

Jareth couldn't strip down fast enough and jumped in between the sheets. He held a corner of one up, and looked at it critically. It was a very fine linen, but it just didn't have the texture he was looking for. So - he snapped his fingers, and the sheets became silken.

Sarah stepped out of the dressing room in a satin teddy. She had taken her hair down and brushed it out, and when Jareth saw her his eyes widened. She had a slow seductive smile, and her breasts, while always perfect, were now much larger and rounder.

"Get. Over. Here." Jareth growled.

Sarah just stood there, looking delicious, and twirling a lock of her hair innocently.

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Slowly she crawled onto the bed toward him. She straddled him and he could feel that she had no panties on. When he tried to say something, she put a finger to his lips.

He reached both hands around her and cupped a tight round bottom. She sighed and bent down to kiss him. His lips were soft, and she delicately traced the inside of his lower lip with her tongue. Then she softly nipped it. She could feel the rumble of a chuckle in his chest.

He slid his hands along her back, over her ribs and reached around front to hold those beautiful heavy breasts. He heard her sharp intake of breath when he touched her nipples. Pushing the teddy up, he leaned up, his lips circled one of her nipples, and then began to suck on it. She gasped. As though he couldn't get enough, he took her other breast in his hand, his other hand gently pushing her toward him on her back.

She could feel the glow between her legs begin to rise. Her legs began to tremble. The heat of his tongue exploring her forcefully was both delicious and agonizing. She drove her hands into his soft thick hair and held his head to her breast. With a deep sound in the back of his throat he suddenly rolled her onto her back so they had changed positions.

He quietly laughed at her look of surprise. Sometimes she was still startled by his speed and strength. He looked down into her eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked, huskily.

She stared back at him, a small smile on her lips. "Never better."

There was so much fire between them. She needed him now. As he gently slipped partway inside of her she arched her back.

Making sure to hold all of his weight up on his arms, he asked her "Is this all right?" She laughed and pulled him closer, tighter.

"This is better than all right. We can do this for months," she said. "And even when I'm further along, I can still be on top!"

As he slipped his length further into her, he bit her neck and she cried out. He palmed one of her nipples, smoothly thrusting into her due to her wetness. He rolled his hips as he came down, and she bit her hand to keep from crying out.

He noticed. "What's this?" He asked, gently pulling her hand away. "You know I love to hear you at times like this. Scream away!"

She let out a deep breath, gave a wicked smile and arched as she felt him enter her again. She audibly gasped this time.

He reached one hand down between them, slightly parting her aching folds. When he found the spot, he circled it with his thumb then rubbing it up and down, all the while slowly thrusting inside her.

"Jareth," she begged. "Please."

He grinned add her with his crooked smile. "Please what, love?"

"Don't stop. Please don't…" And like a well played musical symphony, she swelled into a breathtaking climax, her body shaking as he mercilessly drove himself into her center, creating waves upon waves that never seems to end.

She could feel him burst inside her. The look of release on his beautiful face aroused her so much it almost made her

almost made her come again.

He collapsed upon her, while still using his arms to keep much of his weight off her because of the baby. She buried her hands into his thick hair and reached up to kiss him, mewing as she did so.

She could feel him smile under her kiss. When they finally broke away, he said, "See? I can still get cat noises out of you!"

She purred at him.