Three months passed, the wedding was a splendid but simple affair, the honeymoon a month of bliss in a secluded cabin in the woods. One month passed then two, three months turned to four and in their fourth month of marriage Eilonwy discovered that she was with child. A year of marriage and time for her to deliver was immenent.
She walked around the palace for something to do, though her mother and Jefferson had taken matters of state into hand in the past month. Grace went with her wherever she walked, first princess in the land. And while Grace would never be heir with this new child's appearance, she had been accorded a priviledged status of princess by informal adoption and her, and whatever family she may have when she grew up, were to be treated as nobility. She was as close to being a princess as one could be without being born one or marrying royalty.
Grace held her new mother's hand as they walked the corridors.
"What are you doing?" Jefferson asked coming out of the council room "you shouldn't be up." he chastised gently, placing his hand on her swollen stomach.
"I wanted to see you" she said fraily.
"I was going to come straightaway as soon as the meeting ended, matters of state, pending emergency, are all suspended until after you have the little one" he said leaning over and planting a kiss on her cheek.
Eilonwy let out a groan and Jefferson clutched her arm, holding her up to stabilize her.
"Do you think it's coming?" he asked her a little panicked.
"I don't know, it feels like it, but it felt like it last week" she said before she let out another groan. "I think it's coming" she confessed. Her husband and mother, with the help of some of the other counselors got Eilonwy back to her room, while Grace ran and fetched the doctor. Then the intense period aptly named labour began. Jefferson paced, Grace was kept elsewhere, no need to frighten the young of ever having children as adults with the commotion of overhearing or observing a woman's travail.
In all his life, even when he had been losing his sanity making hats trying to get back to Grace or watching the world go by with two worlds in his own head, never had he felt so close to madness as he did now, pacing the floor. Custom be damned he thought and he went into the room, overlooking everything but her face. He went to her side and took her hand.
With the sight of him in her eyes it gave her the strength she needed and with a few more mighty pushes the child was ushered into the light of hte land of the living. The doctor took the heir to the throne and cleaned him, midwives tending to the queen whose eyes followed the doctor wherever he went, hungry for a glimpse of her child. He brought over the newborn wrapped in cloth of gold, the same that she had been handed to her mother in, and peered at the blue eyed face nestled in the fold of fabric. She looked up from it to Jefferson's face. He smiled at her and kissed her sweaty cheek. Gently smoothing her damp draggled hair. She was the most beautiful thing he had seen in that moment, her, holding their child.
"What is it?" she asked the doctor tiredly, they had never told her whether it was a boy or girl.
"It's a boy" he smiled at his monarch. She looked at her husband, who looked at his son, about to burst with pride at the mere sight of him. After Eilonwy's sheets were changed and Jefferson and a midwife helped her to bathe and dress, Grace was allowed to come in to see her baby brother. She cooed and awwed and was unable to tear her eyes from the tiny sleeping infant for almost an hour.
"What will we name him?" Grace asked.
Jefferson and Eilonwy looked at each other, they had always thought it would be a girl like Grace. Boy names were difficult. This would be the name of a king someday.
"What about David?" she asked him.
"Like Prince Charming's name in Storybrooke" he asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, it's a good name, and he's a good man, we can hope that maybe one day all the world will be right again and our David can meet his namesake. And also it will remind us that despite the pain we endured there because of the curse, without it we never would have met" she said thoughtfully.
Jefferson smiled "then absolutely" he said bending over and kissing her tenderly "his name is David" he stroked the little tuft of dark hair on his son's head.
"David" Grace said, climbing onto the bed with her papa, new mama, and brand new baby brother "I like it" she said and kissed her brother's forehead lightly. She promised to be the most indulgent big sister any sibling could have wished for. And she was, both to David and to all the siblings that followed him. The kingdom flourished under Eilonwy and Jefferson's rule, and once things were righted Prince Charming came to visit after restoring his own kingdom, and was officially named godfather to the ten year old David. The five other children Eilonwy bore all had almost equally noble godparents and their life in Llyr while not always tranquil was always happy, for they had each other and together, the cord unbreakable, they built a better kingdom and ruled it to the best of their ability and were beloved by their people to the end of their days. And King David inherited their virtues and the kingdom, while quiet and innocuous, was respected throughout the Enchanted Forest and frecquently visited by nobles and royalty of more troubled lands, seeking a refuge to restore clarity to their minds before returning to their own regal responsibilities. All were welcomed and fine alliances were made between Llyr and other kingdoms. Not the least of which being the marriage of Princess Grace and the grandson of Prince Charming, Henry.