Addison, like every other waking minute she spent in the castle, was angry.
"I don't want to see a midwife." She grumbled, sinking lower into her chair as she nibbled on a piece of bread, which seemed like the only thing she could keep down those days. Her stomach was constantly aching and churning, rejecting everything she attempted to put into it. Vivian had assured it would stop after her third or fourth month, but that seemed like it was forever away.
"You need to Addison." Vivian sighed, not in the mood to argue with her. "To see if the babe is healthy."
"I don't care because it's that prick's child." Addison spat. It was true, the idea of carrying Thomas's child made her sicker than the morning sickness. She dreaded the idea of being pregnant, abhorred it actually.
"Princess, this is the kingdom's heir you're talking about. I know you're unhappy about the marriage but would it kill you to be happy about the child?" Vivian scolded.
'Yes, it will kill me as a matter of fact.' Addison thought with a loud scoff. Out loud she said, "It's his spawn. I will never be happy about it."
Vivian rolled her eyes at the princess's dramatics and took her plate and tea cup.
"The midwife will be here at noon, you have no say in this." She stated as she walked out of the room quickly before she could throw a tantrum.
"This is bullshit!" Addison screamed after her, sinking down deeper into her chair in protest. "I don't want to be married and I don't want his fucking baby!"
It had been a week since she had past out after Martha guessed she was pregnant, and it was becoming painfully obvious to Addison how right she was. Her dresses were slightly tighter around the waist, she could barely keep down a meal, and her breasts hurt so bad she wanted to cry. Of course, she had already cried more than she thought was possible when no one was around. She cried because she was carrying Thomas's child, because she was just a pawn in a plan that would ultimately kill her, and lastly just because she missed Henry. She missed everything about him, and with every day that passed his image seemed to fade a little from her memory a little bit more. That's what hurt the most.
"I hate it here." Addison mumbled to herself, standing up and glancing in the mirror. She looked at her reflection and hardly recognized what she saw. The girl she was looking at was not her. Well, technically it was, but she knew the gowns and tiaras and jewels were just a costume. She was a slave to the monarchy in this land, she didn't want to be queen. Not that she ever would be, she'd be dead before she could get the chance. She wanted to be a regular teenager in Storybrooke, gossiping with Paige and sharing a coke with Henry. She wanted to learn how to drive a car and share an apartment with Paige, which she had discussed before she was taken.
Addison cried out in anger and sadness, picking up a book on her side table and throwing it at the mirror, which shattered into a million pieces, breaking up her reflection. She gasped in realization at what she had done and hurried around the mess in hysterics, calling a servant to her room.
"Yes miss?" A servant whom she didn't know the name of asked with a bow. She ignored the fact that she was shaking like a leaf and pointed to the shattered glass on the floor.
"I-I tripped and my book slipped out of my hand and cracked the mirror. I-it was an accident." She stammered as the servant's eyes widened and gently pushed her away from the sharp glass.
"It's alright Princess, why don't you go for a walk to calm down while we clean this mess up?" He suggested. Addison took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
"Yes, a walk sounds lovely. I'll be in the garden, send for me when everything is clear or when the midwife gets here." She breathed, brushing a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She gave the servant a nod and hurried out of the room, embarrassed that she had reacted the way she did. Addison had no problem throwing fits and being a brat, but she had never gotten so angry or upset that she broke something.
Once outside, the cool September air helped her calm down and she couldn't help but wonder what September's in Storybrooke were like. Too bad she would never find out. She sighed and sat down on the ground, kicked off her shoe, pulled her skirts up to her calfs and dipped her feet into the small pond in the garden.
"Enjoying yourself?" A voice she had grown to hate asked from behind her. She scoffed and didn't even bother turning around, he wasn't worth the energy.
"I was before you showed up." She sneered, pulling her skirts up to above her knees just to annoy him. That was another thing she liked about the Land Without Magic, she could show as much or as little of her body as she wanted without being scolded. She could hardly show her ankle in the castle without having her father or Thomas getting onto her.
"So hostile, my wife." He joked, sitting down next to her too close for comfort. Addison rolled her eyes and scooted away from here.
"Hostile because I hate you." She dead panned. Thomas scoffed and leaned back on his forearms.
"What did I ever do to you?" He asked, his words laced with offense.
"Are you fucking serious Thomas?" She exclaimed, earning a shocked gasp from a passing maid. "Are you seriously trying to play victim? Fine, I'll tell you what you did to me. You took me from a place where I was happy and dragged me here. Once here I was forced to marry you, which actually the wedding sucked and was nothing how I wanted it. You suck sex because your dick is hilariously small. You're a selfish prick who only cares about your own personal benefit. You're vain and think you're the gods gift to the world. You took me away from the man I love. You're planning to steal my throne and worst of all, you got me pregnant!" She finished off screaming, jabbing her finger into his chest. "My body is going to be ruined because of you! Not that I'm going to need it, because you know, you're going to murder me after I deliver this damn child. I hate you because you have ruined my life. So don't ever ask me what you did to me again, because I could write a damn book on every way you've fucked my life over. Now if you will excuse me, my asshole of a husband, I have to see a midwife to make sure your child that I don't want is doing." With an angry huff, Addison pushed herself up and grabbed her shoes, running off to her chambers to find Vivian.
She found the maid talking to a woman dressed in peasant's clothing chatting politely. When the princess entered the room the older women curtsied and smiled at the fuming girl. If she noticed that she was in a bad mood she ignored it, only tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear soothingly.
"Vivian I wish to do this alone." Addison stated, sticking her nose in the air. The maid nodded with a sigh and left, leaving Addison and the midwife in her chambers. There was an awkward silence in the room before the midwife spoke up.
"When was your last monthly Miss?" The midwife asked, motioning for her to lay on the bed. She started touching and pressing gently on her stomach, which honestly made Addison want to throw up. She ignored the nausea and sighed, thinking back as best she could. She had never been good at keeping track of them.
"July, I guess. Late summer, before I was rescued." She answered with another sigh, wishing she could take the pain of a period over being pregnant. The midwife gave her a puzzled look and shook her head.
"No miss, that can't be right. That would mean you were pregnant before you were rescued and you didn't marry Thomas until mid August. You can only be about a month and a half, but according to what you just said you are two months." She said slowly, and at her words Addison's veins filled with ice. She couldn't have been pregnant when she left. Henry had sworn up and down that the little rubber things would keep her from getting pregnant, and he always used them. Except for the first time.
"Oh gods," Addison breathed in realization, covering her face with her hands. She looked up at the midwife, who looked very confused. "I-it's right, I-I got pregnant in the Land Without Magic. I met a boy there, and he is the father of this child."
"But Princess-" the midwife started to say. Addison held her hand up, stopping her. The princess stood up and took a small cloth sack from her trunk, filling it with gold coins all while her head was spinning. Thomas would literally kill her if he found out it wasn't his child, she would be damaged according to him, and he wouldn't want her anymore. Just like she had told Henry.
"You are to be my midwife for the rest of my pregnancy, make sure the baby is healthy. You are not to tell a soul that it is not Prince Thomas's, if you do I will make sure you and your whole family is exiled from this land, is that understood?" Addison asked in a sharp tone, her voice low. The midwife nodded quickly, her eyes wide with fear.
"Y-yes miss, I-I understand." She stammered. Addison smiled and slipped the bag into the midwife's hand, closing her fingers around it.
"You are to tell my parents and Thomas that I am a month and a half gone and when I start showing earlier than normal, I am simply just growing fast. When I deliver a month earlier than expected, you will tell them it is a miracle child, am I clear?" The princess asked, hoping she looked for menacing than terrified.
"Y-yes miss. Shall I go deliver the news of your pregnancy to the king and queen?" She asked carefully. Addison sighed, but nodded.
"Yes you may, tell Vivian to keep everyone out of my room until I leave for supper on your way out." She instructed, rolling over onto her stomach and throwing her pillow over her head so the midwife wouldn't see that she had started to cry. She waited until she heard the door shut behind her to start sobbing, holding her lower stomach as tears streamed down her cheeks. Henry would never know he was a father, if Ariel ever delivered the news to him, he would assume it was Thomas's. Everyone would think it was his, the rightful heir to her kingdom. There would be celebrations and balls for a bastard child, all that she would miss.
Neither her or Henry would be able to watch their child grow up, and that is what hurt the most.