"Picture the life you dreamed of living. Are you living the life you envisioned for yourself? Are you who you wanted to be when you grew up?" – Sarah O'Rourke

When Jareth awoke the next morning, he headed to the library for a cup of coffee and his newspaper. He noticed that Sarah had left without waking him and wondered where she was.

He opened the door and almost stepped on a baby rabbit in the hallway. He picked it up and looked into its face. One can be a powerful, frightening Goblin King and still appreciate the adorableness of a baby bunny.

Then he noticed that there were more. Probably at least ten in the hallway, to be exact. Once he entered the library, he found even more. They were of all colors and sizes. They were also all cute. He was wondering where they had come from and how to put them back there when Sarah entered the room. Her eyes were wild as she glanced around, seeing all of the rabbits.

"Damnit! It's still not working!" Then she dashed out of the room before Jareth could say anything.

He finally found her by following the trail of rabbits out the French doors into the garden. She was sitting there, expertly flicking one wrist, palm up, just as he did when he created a crystal. Except that she wasn't creating crystals. She was creating cute little bunnies which she would set down gently and then began to try to begin another crystal. She was frustrated but relentless. He was impressed with the hundreds of rabbits all over the garden. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she kept trying.

He smiled at her fondly, and approached her from behind. Gently he rested his hands on her shoulders, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "Morning love. I can see you're hard at work practicing your magic today."

"Are you making fun of me?" She glared up at him.

"Absolutely not! Darling, do you have any idea at all how very, very long it took me to perfect crystals? May I suggest that you start with something a little less – – involved."

She slouched down in the chair and crossed her arms, a stubborn, petulant look on her face. Jareth laughed inwardly.

"What do you suggest?" Her voice was like ice.

"How about telekinesis? I've seen you do it before." He kept his voice light and neutral. "We can move some things on the table first, and then try larger things for longer distances." He balanced a teaspoon on one finger and held it in front of her. "Okay, make it do something. Anything. Knock it off, make it fall. Make it fly. Make it rock back-and-forth."

As she focused her large green eyes on the spoon he took a few seconds to admire her beautiful profile, thick dark hair, and sweet face. He could not believe how lucky he was. While he was daydreaming, the spoon suddenly went flying through the air– a good ten feet.

They stared at one another. "That's it!" He said proudly, "Let's keep going. This time I'd like you to try the sugar bowl," carefully securing the lid tightly onto the bowl. They both stepped away from the table and he put both hands on her shoulders again. "You are incredibly tight." he said, massaging her shoulders. "If you concentrate too hard you're going to think yourself right out of this."

She bent her neck back-and-forth, listening to the cracking – a satisfying sound. She stretched out her back and shoulders and Jareth helped by running his healing hands down her back - kneading up and down her muscles. She could feel the golden warmth of his hands.

"Okay."

"Okay? Ready? Take a breath."

She took a deep breath and smoothly slid the sugar bowl across the table. She squealed, jumped up and gave Jareth a high five while he smiled indulgently at her.

They moved into the vegetable part of the garden, where she levitated things as heavy as very large pumpkins. She was absolutely high on her own success.

"Jareth?" She asked him as they headed back to the castle, hand-in-hand.

"Yes, love?"

She turned to him, and impish grin came over her face. "Can I try moving some goblins?"

Jareth laughed. A loud deep, laugh. "I can absolutely see that! This could be great fun! Let's go."

In the throne room was a grubby nest of goblins, still sleepy and hungover from the night before. Normally, they did have their own homes, but on occasion didn't always get to them.

Sarah looked at Jareth and winked. The topmost goblin, Dogbreath, was slowly lifted off the pile by the seat of his pants, almost to the ceiling. By the time he woke and discovered this, he let out a gleeful shriek of delight. Sarah gently lowered him back to the floor.

Jareth had picked up the next one, Brownnose, and sent him tumbling, head over heels in the air. He set him headfirst into a planter, where they could hear him giggling madly.

Suddenly they were surrounded by a small mob of goblins, all tugging on their clothes and jumping up and down asking to be flown about the room.

Sarah and Jareth obliged for about half an hour. Then, to the goblins' great disappointment, they left the throne room to get coffee in the library. Sarah's eyes were shining.

Jareth sat back on the sofa, settling his boots on the coffee table. He patted the seat next to him and Sarah joined him. He twisted his wrist and two cups of coffee appeared.

Sarah reached for hers gratefully. "Thank you for this morning. There's so much that I want to do, and – "

"And I do feel badly about that," interrupted Jareth. "I promised you that I would tutor you in magic once you became an Immortal, and truly, I have done very little. There have been so many meetings with the leaders of other kingdoms regarding a possible Formorian resurgence that I'm afraid it has occupied most of my thoughts these days."

She rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling his Jareth scent of leather and vetiver.

Suddenly she jumped. Jareth jumped too, looking at her, concerned.

She let out a deep breath, smiling. Silently taking Jareth's hand, she rested it on the left half of her growing belly. In a few seconds, he looked at his hand and then looked into Sarah's eyes. A broad smile crossed his face. "Is that…?"

She nodded. "That's her," she said proudly. "She's exercising. I am also discovering that she likes to hop around when I'm trying to sleep."

Jareth was recalling some things that he had read in one of the pregnancy books. The baby was now around 10 inches long, and just starting to open her eyes. The reason Sarah could feel her so early was because she was so slender. Now, if the baby could open her eyes…

"Do you think she can see light yet?" He asked Sarah.

"I'm not sure. Maybe that's why she's so active at night time, when it's dark."

Jareth expertly flicked his wrist and created a crystal.

"Show off," said Sarah.

He gave her the Jareth toothy grin, and the sphere lit up. Gracefully rolling it over his knuckles, he moved his hand over Sarah's belly as he watched and waited.

The baby swam like a little fish and followed the light.

Sarah and Jareth's eyes met in a shared look of wonderment and delight.

This time Jareth twirled the crystal toward the other side of Sarah's belly. The baby swam quickly after it, chasing it. It moved so fast that Sarah placed her hand there and gasped.

"You're all right?" asked Jareth.

"I'm fine. It just feels so – weird. To have something inside of you, that's a part of you, moving around of its own accord. It's sort of ticklish, and just – weird."

Jareth bent down to talk to Sarah's belly. "Don't listen to her, little girl. There's nothing weird about you. Unique, of course, but never weird."

"Even though your father is the Goblin King and plays with strange creatures all day…" Sarah said to her growing bump.

"She's going to ignore that," responded Jareth. "She knows that her Daddy is a powerful, magical, and great king who strikes fear into the hearts of many."

"That he does," said Sarah. "But Mommy is not one of them. Mommy knows that Daddy has a soft, chewy center, that he doesn't let most people see."

Jareth stared at her. "Soft chewy center?! You make me sound like a chocolate! That is no way to speak of your king!" And he reached over and began tickling Sarah all over, especially between her neck and shoulders, where he knew she couldn't take it.

Sarah was curled up, and laughing so hard that she could barely breathe. "Soft. Chewy. Center!" she taunted.

"Disrespectful little wench! I have a lesson or two to teach you, I see! Oof!"

He had been hit in the back by a flying book. He swatted another one away that was following close behind. Looking at Sarah, he arched one blonde brow. "I take it that was you? Pretty sure of yourself now, aren't you?"

Sarah could not look at his face without laughing. She grabbed a pillow and cackled into it.

Jareth snatched the pillow away from her face and went in for a very slow, deep kiss. What he got was a bite as Sarah was still laughing at him. This time, she shrieked with laughter.

"M'sorry! I can't help it! Those books just did that on their own!"

Jareth barely heard her as he was suddenly fending off attacks from flying sofa pillows. "These damned pillows! Why do you insist on all of these stupid pillows! Nobody needs — oof — this many pillows anyway! Aurgh!"

Sarah took mercy on him and halted her pillow onslaught.

"For one thing, they're pretty. For another, they make the room more cozy. And thirdly, I've just discovered that they can be a valuable weapon in the right hands!"

As she looked at him, he slitted his eyes at her and gave an evil grin. She had no time to do anything other than squeal when he jumped on top of her.