I own nothing of this. Thanks to ReganX for the idea! None of this is historical accurate! I know Henry is out of character, but I want to show a softer side, before we see the down right evil side later.

6th September 1533

JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT

"Father! Father!" yelled Mary hurriedly. She was running through one of the many corridors in Hever, her family home. It was a long and complicated route to her fathers rooms, but she knew her way well. Many people were glaring at her, muttering at how unladylike she was. She didn't care, she had bigger things to do.

"Mary… Is it time?" he yelled, suddenly appearing into view.

"Yes, it started about twenty minutes ago, come quick," she said rushing her words.

They both jumped onto their horses. It didn't look mysterious, they looked like they were just concerned for the queen, as they were. They were also concerned their plan would go wrong, if it did it could have disastrous consequences. It took them only ten minutes (A/N I know this isn't correct, but it is essential they can reach her quickly). They rode in silence, praying they could get their before the team of midwives. They stormed through the corridors, until they reached an extremely anxious king. He was pacing back and forth in his night clothes. He looked tired, worn-out and nervous. This wasn't like the king, he always looked tough and strong and in control. Both bowed before running quickly towards him, to find out details, while doing this Thomas managed to slip Mary the bottle. She winked at him quickly. The king was too worried to notice.

"Mary, you need to go in, the midwives aren't here and I can't go in," said the king concern closing his eyes.

"Of course, your majesty," she muttered storming past him.

"I am so nervous Thomas, what if something goes wrong. I can't loose her or my boy," he said, putting his head in his hands.

"Come with me your majesty hopefully I can take your mind off things," he said, glancing to the heavens. Henry could not see the midwives, they would be carrying a baby boy. This would foil his plan. God help him if he ever found out about his plan. That would be one unhappy king.

He lead Henry out to the gardens and sat him down on some random seat. He then swiftly pulled out a small roll of what appeared to be parchment. Henry stared at it, not seeing how this could take his mind off things. Thomas unrolled it and revealed that it was not a piece of parchment, but a family portrait, probably painted when Anne was 6. In the centre there was a tall black haired woman with kind eyes, on her lap sat a chubby baby. The baby was only a few months old, but was already dressed in fine clothes, she was wearing a long light blue gown. On her lap sat a cute, fair-haired chubby baby. He was giggling slightly. That must have been Anne's younger brother George. A younger version of Thomas had his hands on his wife's shoulders. He was smiling proudly, overjoyed at his family. He was wearing light blue too, matching his wife. To the left there was a girl who was around eight, she had lighter hair, like her father, and a small smile. She was dressed simply in light blue, with her hair hanging limply by her shoulders, Mary hadn't changed that much. On the right, was the only person Henry wanted to see, Anne. She was smiling cheekily, her dark eyes full of mischief. She was dressed in the finest gown, with plenty of jewellery to accompany it. She had her hair wound up elaborately. She definitely hadn't changed. They looked like the perfect family.

"This is the family I remember. My baby boy, my darling wife and my two little girls. Both so different. Mary was sweet, kind and well mannered. Anne was the opposite. She was out-spoken, mischievous and had a short temper. I wouldn't have changed her for the world though," he said, reminiscing about his past. His eyes became cloudy. Then he heard horses pull up. This brought his mind onto the task ahead.

"I will leave you to look at that, as I need to go and fetch my bag," he said, running off hurriedly.

He dashed off. He was extremely out of breath when he reached the room Anne was in. Luckily, he had beat the midwives. He came in to see Anne muttering words that were incomprehensible. She was caked in sweat and her hair was a mess. It was strange seeing her like this. Just as he strolled over to her Bess burst through the door, carrying a small baby with her.

"Do what you have to do. And remember you can be charged with treason if anything does go unfortunately," he stated coldly. Bess's breathing speed increased. He didn't care, he just wanted his little girl and her child to be safe. He shot one last fleeting glance towards Anne before grabbing his bag and walking back off to his son in-law.

When he returned he saw Henry staring at the picture intently. He bowed quickly before sitting down in his previous chair. Henrys eyes were bloodshot because of lack of sleep.

"If anything goes wrong.." he said shaking his head. He had a million bad thoughts running through his head.

"Your majesty, Anne is strong you will have your little boy in your arms by this time tomorrow," he assured him. Henry was only half listening, he nodded anyway. He pointed to little Anne in the picture.

"I don't want to have to find another wife, I love the one I have now," he said. His voice was only a touch above a whisper. He was trying to stay strong, but Thomas could see he was a wreck on the inside. Thomas was nervous for his daughter, too. Childbirth could go wrong, it has been known to be fatal in the past…

It was about seven o'clock in the morning, when Henry was shaken awake by Mary. He had fallen asleep shortly after his conversation with his father in law. H had tried to fight it, but he was far too tired. His eyes opened slowly, so he could see what emotion her face had on. He silently prayed to god she wasn't crying before he looked at her. She was smiling from ear to ear. He got up suddenly and ran to Anne's rooms. Everything was blurry. He had only one thing on his mind. He saw Thomas outside, a worried expression on, but he didn't care to stop. He swung the door open to reveal a very tired looking Anne in a new night gown. She was pale and looked a little disorientated.

"Hi love, where's the baby?" he asked, his heartbeat slowly rising. He was becoming concerned, one of his worries was over, but not the other. Where was his son?

"Babies," she whispered.

"What?" he asked.

"You mean where are the babies. Mary bring them to me," she said extremely tiredly. Mary picked up the babies and handed the two to Anne. "We have twins love."

"And are they two girls?…" he said wincing. That would be a devastating blow.

"No. We have a strong little prince, and a beautiful little princess as a bonus," she said, her eyes brimming with a sense of pride. She couldn't remember the birth, she was out of it. She can remember being told about the twins though. Both her and her sister had started to yell and cheer.

Time slowed down. He glanced down at his twins. He had a son. He had a son. He had a son! It was the best news he had ever heard. He also had a darling girl to add to the good news. Plus his wife was sat there, tired, but alright. This was why life was brilliant. It was all worth it, divorcing Catherine, fighting the pope and disowning Mary. He knew that Anne would keep her promise, and she had. He would never stop loving her now.

"Can I hold him?" he asked tentatively. Stretching his arms out to take his boy.

"He is your son…" she smiled, passing the larger baby to his father.

Henry's eyes lit up with delight at the sight if his son. He had dark hair, but light eyes. His skin was soft and he became interested in his fathers face. Henry just stared. This boy was what he had fought for. He was everything he could ever have wanted.

"He will be a fine king," Anne said, glancing down at her daughter. She was different to her brother, she had fair hair like Henry used too. Anne couldn't wait to get to spoil her, shower her in all the best jewels and gowns. She would be the finest princess the world had ever known, Anne would make sure of that.

"He will be amazing," Henry nodded passing him back to Anne. He did not take his daughter, instead just looked and smiled. She was the opposite of her brother, but just as amazing.

"She will be the biggest beauty England has ever known, behind you of course," he said with a mischievous smile.

"She will beat me, I am sure. She has half your looks," Anne assured him, smiling proudly.

"I know you are tired, but we have to get names sorted, so the bells can be rung," Henry told her.

"Yes, I have been thinking. Can I name our daughter and you name our son?" she asked timidly She had two ideas for names, both beautiful.

"Of course. What name are you thinking of?"

"I want you to say first, as they need to sound like s pair."

"Alright. I have been thinking. I did want to call him Henry, but after talking to your father I have decided on the name Thomas. He has shown me what the meaning of family is and I admire him. Little Prince Tom. King Thomas I, it fit's" he said gazing down at Thomas.

"I love it. I thought Elizabeth, after our mothers, but we can't use that. I don't like Thomas and Elizabeth, though, so I think we should go with Belle. Princess Belle. Thomas and Belle," she said proudly.

"Thomas and Belle," Henry echoed, gazing at his children proudly. "I hate to leave you, but I must go and announce this to the world and your father, who looked like he was going into childbirth himself," joked Henry. He kissed his queen tenderly, before walking out. She smiled after him, then she looked at her children.

"That was your papa," she said to them. "He's going to tell everyone about you. Some people might not like you, but me and Papa will always take care of you. I promise. I love you Tom," she kissed Thomas on his forehead, "And I love you Belle." She kissed Bella on her forehead, smiling when her daughter smiled.

"My niece has the cutest smile," cooed Mary, laughing at Belle.

"Hasn't she just," laughed Anne, handing Belle to Mary. Tom started to smile and then wriggle, to try and get his mama's attention.

"You'll always be my favourite little boy darling," she cooed. Mary smiled at the sight. It would never have been like this if her father hadn't concocted the plan. She had been worried about it at first, but now she was sure that this was what was right. Mary, will you take the twins and but them in that crib over there, I need to rest, before I fall asleep with them in my arms."

"Of course sister, come her gorgeous boy," she said, taking her nephew in her arms. She laid both down and blew a kiss to each, before hugging her sister lightly. "Call me when you need me. Congratulations once again." Anne smiled before shutting her eyes for some well earned sleep.

I know that last scene was pretty pointless, but I feel that it is important that you get a real feeling of what family life is like. Thank you to all who have reviewed, I appreciate it so much.

Steph

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