Disclaimer: As much as I still love Balem, I haven't come to own him in the past year. Cosplayed as him but I'm having trouble owning him. Bummer. But I do own Amoya and several characters that I made up for this series!

Epilogue: The Heir

Balem Abrasax paced the floor.

Twenty steps to the right and twenty steps the left.

Naveen stood in front of the tall oak door, his hands behind his back watching his monarch pace. Occasionally, a groan or yell from behind the doors making Balem paused and stare at it.

Amoya Abrasax had gone into labor several hours ago. However the birth only started a short while ago. Balem had been somewhat a nervous wreck. Mr. Captiosus had talked to him about what was expected of labor but seeing Amoya's face contorted in pain was beyond his capabilities to endure.

So he was promptly kicked out at the start of birth. Dalila was in the birthing chamber helping her mistress. She had passed on orders from the Queen that Naveen was allowed to use any method to keep Balem in check.

This included blocking the door. As it was, the chameleons splice's loyalty to Amoya far outweighed their fear of her husband.

At another yell, Mr. Night wrung his hands and glanced at Balem as he stopped to stare at the door. He always expected for his monarch to fly off a handle at a moment's notice but he never did. As usual, Mr. Captiosus stood calmly, his almond eyes watching Balem pace back and forth. As much as Mr. Night envied Mr. Captiosus calm, it was times like this he was simultaneously grateful and hateful of it.

Eventually, another yell came through the muffled door, followed by silence. Then the men almost felt a kind of calm that settled following it. Balem stared at the door unblinkingly until it was suddenly opened a few minutes later. Naveen turned to face Dalila who was grinning.

"The Queen summons you, my lord." she spoke.

It was a good think that Dalila had the forethought to step out of the way because Balem practically zoomed by her right after she spoke. Dalila exited, pulling the door to and excitedly began to rely the news.

Balem entered the elaborate room. He spared no expense for his wife's comfort. Instead of the usual black decor that their bedroom had, it was a blue decor. One of her favorite colors and a color the doctors assured him would be soothing during birthing. The room was part hospital and part bedroom.

His eyes sought Amoya who was hooked up and looked very tired but she smiled at him as he entered.

"Come meet your son, Balem." she said when he entered.

The nurses began to file out, bowing as they passed him. He waited until they were gone before he walked over and sat on the bed. He looked down at the bundle. In all his life, he had never seen anything so delicate. He sat in his mother's arms, wrapped in blue cloth.

He had the start of curly hair that seemed to be the same shade as his late uncle. It was clear that he inherited his mother's golden skin.

"Do you want to hold him?" Amoya asked softly.

Balem swallowed. He didn't remember the last time he felt nervous.

"Come on. Hold your son." Amoya coaxed him.

Balem had been educated on how to hold a child but now faced with reality he found it all abandoned him. Amoya gave him a reassuring smile and began to direct him. Slowly he found the training coming back to him as Amoya gently passed the small bundle into his arms. His son moved once and seemed to settle down. After a moment, he opened his eyes and Balem saw the same hazel, he often saw in the mirror, reflecting back at him. The babe stare at him a moment before, he seemed to smile, showing his gums. This was followed by a yawn as he settled down.

"What..." Balem had to clear his throat, "What was his name?" he asked not taking his eyes from the newborn.

"Aman."

Balem's mouth twitched, "Aman Abrasax..." he intoned.

The babe giggled once.

Balem let out a breathy chuckle. He blinked once, hard. Amoya smiled as she leaned back into the pillows. Tired but very happy as she watched Balem with his newborn son. A small soundless gasp escaped her as she watched.

She reached out and wiped the lone tear the fell from Balem's eye, running her thumb over his cheekbone.

Balem didn't look at her as he blinked hard again, his eyes fully trained in his son.

"An heir to the Abrasax Corporation has finally been born." she said hoping to dispel the emotion swelling in the room.

"No." Balem drawled.

He looked at her. "My son has been born."

Amoya couldn't help it then. Her own tears began flowing down her face.

"I love you."

Amoya started crying.

Balem breathed in deeply. "You gave me many things and now this. You gave me something that...", he stopped then at a loss for words.

Finally, he just repeated himself, "I love you." He looked at his son, "Both of you."

The baby opened his eyes and as if he understood he giggle and grinned up at this father. Balem's eyes soften at the sight. He found Amoya sitting up wrapping her arms around his middle, leaning her head on his shoulder as she stared at their son.

Perhaps he had not been prepared for this but he found he would not have it any other way.

FIN.

A.N: Thank you so much for reading this story and reviewing! And I thank everyone who read the Fascination series, which I started in 2015 when the movie came out. It's been so much fun writing this story. This concludes the major story I have for Balem and Amoya, which I've said before was always suppose to be a trilogy. I won't say I'll never revisit these two because you never know but for now, I've said all I've wanted to say concerning them. I'm just happy that everyone like these two as much as I did. =D

If you are interested what else I might do, (not Jupiter Ascending related) you can see original stories on my Desertfyre Wattpad account. Or if you like art, I have a Desertfyre Deviantart account or You Really Should Talk More Tumblr blog. Speaking of, I have cosplayed as Balem Abrasax, included making his choker, which can be seen on my blog or my Desertfyr Instagram account.

So I hope to see some of you around! Thank you and Adios! =D