I wanted to send out a really big thank to the few of you who've read my stories and enjoyed them! :) It means a lot. :)

I hope you enjoy this chapter and I am sure that I will go on to write the Epilouge sometime today and I hope to post it by tonight, please, continue to review my fics as I do enjoy crticism and whatever feedback you have.

Except pairngs, don't want to hear about that cause in all actuality I have nothing against the other ones (in fact, I think Malink and Link/Midna is cute. Just not inspired by them.)

Thanks again! :)

-Q

*also as I tend to forget to add this, everyone mentioed that has anything to do with the Zelda franchise is owned by Nintendo so please don't sue...you wouldn't get much anyway. lol*

The door latched behind him and Link could feel his body instantly tense. He closed his eyes and laid his head back to where it was resting against the Deku Wood door.

"Zelda?" His son's voice came to his pointed ears and his body screamed for him to run. To grab the boy and run before the questions came. "Why... do you have my blankie?"

Link could feel Zelda's nervousness from where she stood. She had one hand on the corner of her desk with her golden locks concealing what he knew was teary eyes as Wolfgang clapses his blanket lovingly.

Link had known her thirteen years and could read her like no one else. He knew her body language, the tones of her voice, and many things that he should never have such knowledge of.

"Wolfie, I..." She stopped, she had no words to say.

Link clicked his tongue and pushed off of the door, slipping down into the couch behind his son. The Hero of Time scooped the child up and sat him upon his lap with his arms wrapped about him. "Wolfgang, I think the Princess is bu-"

"No, Link." Zelda interputted him and Link met her gaze...there was a union of their minds and the Princess took a large breath. "Wolfgang, you have not seen your blankie for a long time, correct?"

The boy nodded with a sweet smile upon his face. "No, Zelda."

"Do you know how long?"

Link shifted and he pressed his mouth against the back of Wolfgang's head. "I am amazed that you remember that, son." He smiled against the curling, white-blonde hair of his son. "Your mother had given it to you..."

The boy grinned. "Really, Da?"

Tears were streaming down the Princess' face. "Yes, she did." Affection, love, and sorrow was her emotions that were displayed blantantly on her beautiful face. "She loved you so much."

The boy turned his eyes, emerald green, upon the woman and frowned. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I-I know how hard it was for her to...to give you u-" She could not finish the sentence as her tears had suddenly overcome her. She began to cry, hard.

Link placed Wolfgang on the couch and sweep down to engulf the Princess within his arms. "I did not raise my son to forget the love of his mother, Princess. He knows her lullaby everynight, he knows her final words to him as his mother, and she has his prayers."

Wolfgang frowned. "Da, I am confused. Why is she crying? " The boy, who had been Link's son within hours for being born from his mother's womb, asked.

"Confused?" Zelda asked, smiling at Link's words as she grasped his arms, and peered of the Hero's strong shoulders. "Wolfie," She cleared her throat. "your mother loves you very,very much."

The boy beamed, snuggling into his blanket. "I know."

Link kissed the top of Zelda's head and whispered into those golden locks, words that only she could hear. "I love you...Wolfgang loves you and as I said before I have raised my son to know his mother's love." He pressed another kiss to her forhead and held her face away so that their eyes locked. "I would not take that away from you." He thumbed her tears away and pressed another his to her lips. "Never would I take that away."

Wolfgang giggled. "Da, did you just kiss the Princess?"

Link turned, spinning to his feet, a bright and sudden smile on his mildly handsome features. "Ssh, Wolf. He winked at his child. "I don't kiss and tell."

Zelda wiped her tears away. "Your Father is good at keeping secrets, Wolfie."

The boy grinned. "He is?" He turned to his father. "Father are you a Shiekah? Lady Impa said they are good at keeping secrets."

"No, son, I'm not a Shiekah." Link chuckled. "Now, go and give the Princess a hug and tell her good-bye. We have to go."

The child leaped off the couch, abandoning his baby blue blanket, and raced the the twenty-two year old's arms. Wolfgang wrapped his sun kissed arms about Zelda's pale neck, tightly. "Bye, Zelda."

"Goodbye, sweetheart." She kissed his cheek and forhead. "Come see me again?"

The child nodded and was placed by the woman onto Link's shoulders.

The Hero and the Princess exchanged a polite goodbye and she watched the man and the boy leave with a heavy heart. She pressed her violet eyes closed and opened them when a loud crack sounded through the room.

"He will known his Mother's love soon enough, Princess." Impa spoke, her hand coming to rest on the beauty's shoulder.

"He should not be kept in the dark about it." Zelda frowned. "I do not like watching Link raise him alone...he is my son, not just Link's."

Impa shifted. "It was for the best, Princess." The Sheikah sat in Zelda's desk chair. "Link has raised him well, brought the boy to see you often, and has not deluted the child's mind with ideas of another woman as his potentiel mother."

"Link is a good man...my future husband." Zelda smiled. "I remember his face when I laid Wolfgang in his arms...the love in his eyes."

Impa, realizing Zelda was getting lost in her thoughts, left the room in a cloud of smoke. "Your Father wishes to see you as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Impa." Zelda spoke though the woman was already gone. The Princess turned toward the door and quickly fixing any odd imperfection about her appearance then stepped out of her Study into the hall...