Hey there Ordermask her again, I'm loving all the reviews, I'm coming close to the end with this story. Now don't all you panic now, there are a few more chapters in store, so it's not quit over yet. But I'm not over my Tudor faze yet, I want make another Tudor story, so please give me your ideas. I own nothing-nothing belongs to me.

Sweat glistened onto my forehead and into my hair, as pain course through my pelvic region, it was a hot searing pain, felt as if I was being split open. My ladies scurried around me in haste, giving me or the midwife anything we required.

Yes it was finally time for the future queen or King of England to be born, and I was scared out of my wits. I can say in my entire life I have never prayed for anything in my short span of life, but in this moment I did. I wanted this child to me a son, in any time or day and age in the future, I never would have cared what the sex of the child. But I did not want to disappoint the King, or the entire country, I would be a failure in there eyes.

"Water" I gasped to Mel, she nodded and scurried over to get me a goblet, she hurried over and held it to my lip as she tilted back my head as I gulped it down.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, as another contraction hit me.

I had been like this for at least four hours, I swear I was about to hit the Midwife, if she told me one more time, that I was almost there. I swear she was just trying to keep me happy, just because I was the Queen. And I knew my dear husband was getting restless, he was in hysterics when he found me in the hall collapsed on the floor.

He screamed and called everyone he new to follow him a he carried me out of the hall, demanding orders. He thought I was having a miscarriage, I did as well. As he saw no result of blood between my legs, instead they had discovered that my water had broke. The king was rushed out in a quick haste. I begged for him to stay with me, but it was not proper for men to be in the birthing room, I cried for him.

I needed my husband.

"I need my husband" I begged Jane, she looked down at me with a sad smile, and she placed a wet cloth onto my forehead.

"I'm sorry majesty, I cannot" She bowed her head in shame. "Men are not allowed in the birthing room" I let out another cry as another contraction coursed through me.

I was filled with such agonizing pain that my head and vision where starting to become cloudy, and my voice starting to become hoarse from the screaming. I'm sure my ladies hands where sure to be in horrible condition, the way I was clutching them.

"My lady please be quiet-"I grabbed the midwife by the neck, and brought her face close to mine.

"Do you have children my lady?" I asked with a gasp, she shook her head

I took a deep breath "So you have never been through child birth!" I yelled "So you've never had a child trying to escape through your own loins!" I, shouted she shook her head again.

"So shut your fat mouth!" I screamed pushing her away from me, Lady Mary hurried over to me kneeling beside me.

"How much Longer?" I pleaded to Lady Mary, she smiled as she clutched my hand.

She looked over to the midwife, who was still shaken from my outburst nodded her head, as she lifted the blanket between my legs.

"You can push, your majesty" she nodded

I let out a gleeful cry "Mary help me" I struggled to sit up, she fluffed some pillows behind me trying to make me as comfortable as possible.

"Stay with me Mary" I breathed clutching her hand, looking into her worried eyes. "If anything should happen to me, watch over my child and the King" I cried as I started to push.

"Madame-"I shook my head

"Promise me" I clutched her hand, she nodded, I kissed her hand gently, a I motioned my ladies around me, they each took their place surrounding me, urging me on to keep going. Even lady Howard, she had been such a trooper through this, I had to give her more credit than I usually do.

"Push Your majesty!"the midwife

I gripped onto my ladies hands, pushing and screaming with all my might; trying to push my child into this world. As each push I gave that pain increased more, more than I could ever imagine, I screamed with all my might wanting to for this searing pain in my loins to go away. And when in that moment of extreme agony, it lessened then followed with a loud cry.

"Your majesty look!" I looked up with blurred vision, there in the midwife's bonny fingers, was my son. Beautiful he was, even covered in blood, and his face all scrunched up from crying. He had my hair I can tell, a little black fuzz on his head, his eyes I could not tell, from being closed from crying, his skin was my pale color.

"He's beautiful" I cried with laughter, the girls laughed around me full of joy.

I collapsed against the pillow crying out in joy and relief, I had given him the son he had desired for so long, and my title as queen is sealed. Every other doubt I had of my dear husband getting rid of me because I could not give him a son, or any children for that matter was gone, I had given him what he desired for so long.

A son.

"Give him to me" I held my weak arms out for me sweet boy, the midwife took him from me, checking him over with the physicians, they all had bright smiles on there faces nodding with joy. I started crying with happiness, I clung onto Lady Mary crying my eyes out, she cried along with me, out of pure happiness.

"They need to look at him" Mary sniffed, pushing my sweaty hair from my brow, "Now let's get you cleaned up" my ladies hurried to me, with new linen, clothing, and a basin of hot steamy water. I didn't want to be cleaned up, I didn't want my linen changed, all I wanted to do was hold my sweet baby boy for the first time.

They quickly changed the bed sheets, as they placed me in the hot basin tub, scrubbing me clean from all the birthing fluids. Dressing me into a cotton nightgown, and robe to keep the chill off, they slowly helped me back into bed. When finally they gave me my sweet boy, who was still crying, but once he landed into my arms; his crying stilled.

"There my sweet boy" I whispered kissing his forehead "Your mama is here" I held his body to my chest, my hand holding his tiny one.

"Your majesty" Jane called, she looked over at me with a huge smile "The King is Here" I nodded to her.

My husband walked in with his nightgown on, with a floor length red robe; lined with fur. His eyes where bloodshot for I'm sure a lack of sleep, and hi hair in a disarray, but he was smiling from ear to ear. He walked over to me and his new son very carefully, like he would disappear. "Leave" He commanded everyone, they all scurried out of the bedroom.

"Is it True?" he asked in a whispered, I nodded to him as he sat down onto the bed looking at our newborn son. He shakily placed his hand onto our sons head rubbing his head gently, I watched as tears fell from his eyes.

"I have a son" He said in disbelief "You gave me a son" He cried, he took his hands and framed my face, kissing me on the lips firmly, his hot tears touching my cool face.

"Edward" I breathed, Henry leaned his forehead onto mine looking into my eyes, nodding in agreement. "I would like to name him ,Edward"

"That is perfect, My sweet Alice" he kissed me gently