A/N: Thanks for checking out the first short story! Here's the second one!
Which One Is True?
We rushed into King Solomon's court. She gripped my child with both arms as if it was hers.
My own company! We shared the same house, we cooked for each other, had help each other clean up our messes! I thought of her as a friend! Nearly a sister!
But sisters don't steal babies from you!
But she had taken my baby from me, because she accidentally rolled over hers while we were sleeping! Now she's lying to the king!
"She rolled over her baby while she slept and she took my baby and put her dead one in his place! When I woke up, I noticed that he was dead!" She glared at me, but I stood unfazed. She will never have my child. I won't let her take him.
"She is lying!" I protested. "Her son is dead! Mine is still alive." I flourished my hand to the blinking baby. He giggled when I stared at his sparkling, endearing eyes. I started to stare lovingly at him but an insult tore my gaze away from my infant.
My former friend and I bickered back and forth, arguing and pointing and screeching. We tossed out claims and insults. My baby started to whimper, confusion clouding the sparkle of his eyes.
King Solomon raised a hand to cease our screaming match. He thought for a moment, his dark eyebrows knitted together and wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He jumped out of his throne.
"Bring a sword to me." A sword was brought to the king immediately. The servant awaited more instruction. The weapon was in close proximity towards my little one's head. My eyes widened with worry.
"Divide the living infant in half and give each women half the baby to share." The servant dangled my child by the foot. Whimpers grew into shrieks. I suddenly fell to my knees.
"Please!" I cried out. "I beg you! Rather you give her my son so he may be alive, than kill him!" The words tumbled out of my mouth. I sobbed and shook uncontrollably. My heavy heart was pounding. Tears streamed out of my eyes, blurring my vision. It didn't matter who my son lived with anymore. Now, I just want him alive and well!
"You can just divide it my king. Better than letting one live alone the rest of her life." She said with a nod. My opponent thought that simply agreeing with the king would work. Or maybe she didn't understand that splitting the baby in half would make my baby just as dead as her infant.
"This baby belongs to her. Do not kill it. This is the true mother." King Solomon pointed at me. I leapt up and snatched the baby away from the man holding the sword. My baby ceased crying and his endearing eyes still had their light.
"Thank you." I managed to gasp out. Tears of joy started trickling down my face. I hugged my son protectively around my arms. "Thank you."
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Please feel free to review or PM me! Speaking of, thanks Samuel and disneyfan for your reviews!