Hey everyone! I had originally thought that this would be the second last chapter, but the rabbits that live in my head and work the controls have decided otherwise, devising a follow on that will just continue form this story...so we're not as near the end as I originally thought. I hope you will all keep reading!

For those of you who read author's notes...here's a tip – this chapter takes place about two years after the last one as I didn't think you needed a day by day account of how they got here, you can sort of pick it up. Now we can watch and laugh as those who don't read author's notes get confused. Lol.

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Lots of love

FY.A xxx

Sarah writhed and flailed, crying out as her hands clawed at the bed sheets, sweat pouring off her body. Beside her, Jareth's mismatched eyes snapped open and he jerked to avoid a jabbing knee that had come dangerously close to his groin. Sarah rolled over, her body convulsing as she turned her back to Jareth, jerking as he laid a gentle hand on her shuddering shoulder.

"Sarah," he soothed, "Precious it is but a nightmare. Sarah," he tried speaking into her mind.

Sarah's knees pulled up to her chest, as close as her distended belly would allow, her arms folding in on herself like a dying spider. No, thought Jareth, never like a spider. Carefully he shifted his weight until his chest pressed against the curve of her back and he was able to lean down to kiss the exposed side of her neck. He stroked his hand up and down her arm as he continued to whisper soothing nothings into her, reaching round to wipe the tears from her face as her sobbing finally abated, turning into the dry snuffs of someone in the process of waking. Her hand crept up to weave fingers through his, pulling his arm round her shoulders so that she could fiddle with his fingers, staring at them rather than having to make eye contact with her husband. Jareth placed a soft, open mouthed kiss against Sarah's shoulder, hugging her tighter and blowing cool air over her cheek.

"My love?" he queried and heard her gulp as she attempted to force a laugh.

"Your sons are boisterous tonight Jareth." She attempted a wobbly smile, still facing away from Jareth and refusing to look up at him.

Tenderly Jareth laid his hand over the large swollen mass of Sarah's belly spreading his fingers wide and pressing gently. With his other hand he tugged lightly on Sarah's shoulder, rolling her onto her back so that she stared up at the ceiling.

"Oh for the ease of their sister," Sarah wished out loud.

"Hush," Jareth answered. "They are strong and you would not want otherwise."

Beneath his hand he felt a wriggle. Something stirring inside her. A new life. Turning onto his stomach and lying sideways across the bed, he placed both hands onto Sarah's belly, kissing the point between his thumbs. He pressed down slightly and another force met him, pushing back against him. Carefully he began to massage Sarah's belly, soothing the tenderness with the magic in his fingertips. Laying his cheek against the soft skin, softly he began to sing:

Lullaby, twilight is spreading
Silver wings over the sky;
Fairy elves are softly treading,
Folding buds as they pass by.
Lullaby, whisper and sigh,
Lullaby, lullaby.

The kicks were becoming softer as Jareth shut his eyes and began again, his gentle voice soothing as Sarah too began to relax. Gently he raised his head and sought Sarah's eyes as she smiled down at him from where she lay propped against the pillows.

"They love their father already. What will I do when they're born if I can't control them now?" she queried, but her eyes sparkled in excitement.

Jareth moved up and kissed her softly on the lips.

"You will rest, and love and watch them grow," he told her reassuringly.

"And Phoenix...?"

"Is sleeping, just as she was when you checked before you retired."

Sarah nodded her head, knowing that he was right. He was always right about Phoenix, just as he had known she would be a girl he knew when she was about to cry, knew when something was wrong and was always there, materialising from wherever he had been to scoop her up into his arms, laughing as her screams of "Daddy!" bounced round the stone walls. Sarah smiled and looked at Jareth, who still had one hand resting over his twin sons.

"You want me to check her don't you?" he asked amused but was already swinging out of bed and onto his feet before she had had time to nod.

He stretched, feline, silhouetted in the eerie moonlight that filled the bed chamber, his naked torso bathed silver and his black silk sleep pants, that he had become accustomed to wearing lest Phoenix wander into their chamber at night, hanging low off his hips. Sarah watched the muscles ripple as he strode to the door, pausing with his hand on the door handle. Without turning round he spoke.

"By Creation, Precious but your cruel eyes do burn my skin."

He flexed his muscles so that his sleep pants slipped slightly lower, revealing the start of a smooth curve at the base of his spine. Sarah could not help but giggle slightly. Jareth tugged the door open and stepped through, sticking his head back round the door to grin wolfishly at her.

"I'll be back to deal with you later!" he promised.

The corridor was dark, lit only by the moonlight that penetrated through the narrow slit window at the far end. Reaching the next door from his own Jareth paused, turning the handle silently and pushing the door wide. He stood on the threshold, savouring the sleepy scent of his two year old daughter, eyes full of love.

Her golden hair was spread on the pillow, her face turned slightly toward him so that the bright moonlight fell on the round curve of her cheek. The fingers of one tiny hand could just be seen at the edge of the sheet where she gripped it while the other hand was fisted next to her head on the pillow, the tip of a soft white feather just visible between her fingers. Silently Jareth crossed the room and knelt down beside the bed, smoothing the covers where they had become twisted as she had rolled over. Phoenix snuffled and the hand that had gripped the sheet lifted to rub at her eyes and her lips parted slightly in a long sigh. Her ice blue eyes blinked open and she looked sleepily up at her father.

"Daddy?" she said, her voice thick with drowsiness.

"Hush baby. Go back to sleep," whispered Jareth.

Phoenix rolled over, pushing her tiny hand into Jareth's as she shut her eyes again. Still grasping one of his fingers tightly in her fist she lifted her hand, pushing her thumb into her mouth. Jareth raised his free hand and smoothed her hair from her face, humming the tune to her lullaby softly, barely whispering the words.

When the sun goes down,
And the moon comes up,
And the stars twinkle in the skies,
Then, my little one,
It's time for bed
And time to close your eyes;
For the fairies wait
Till you're fast asleep
To bring sweet dreams to you,
And the moon and stars
Through the windows peep
To see what the fairies will do.

Phoenix' breathing deepened into sleep and her fingers relaxed their hold on Jareth's finger. Tenderly he leant down and kissed her on the forehead before rising to his feet and treading softly back out of the room, shutting the door noiselessly behind him as he went. Softly, in case Sarah had once more dropped off, he returned to his own chamber.

Sarah was lying on her side, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even. Jareth concentrated for a moment before smiling slyly, knowing that she was merely faking this sleep. Well, two could play at that game. Smoothly he slid back into bed and settled the covers at his waist, turning his back to her and steadying his breathing. After a few minutes he felt Sarah shift slightly, knowing she had moved so that she could see his face. He fought the urge to grin. Apparently satisfied that he was asleep, Sarah laid her hand lightly on his shoulder, gently rolling him onto his back. Jareth let himself flop down, still feigning sleep. Sarah's hand crept over his chest covering the point that was the absence of his heart beat. She pressed her hand against him and he felt her shift, and knew that she was laying a hand over her own steady rhythm. A warm tear dropped onto his chest. Still Jareth fought the urge to react. The knowledge that the events of two years ago still hurt her cut him deeply, but he knew she needed these moments to herself, knew that her mood would soon change.

He was right. It was not long before Sarah laid her head gently onto his chest, her hand creeping down to rest on his defined abdominal muscles. Jareth tried not to tense them under her touch, tried to continue feigning sleep but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to react, her proximity and the smooth stroking of her fingers starting to affect his body. Her hand slipped lower, ducking under the waistband of his bottoms to rest lightly on the sensitive skin between the points of his hips. Jareth could not help himself and sucked in a breath, trying to dampen the gasp as he fought to return his breathing to the deep steadiness of sleep. Sarah's hand moved lower, brushing against his stirring manhood.

Jareth gave in, catching hold of her wrist and pulling her hand away. She did not move her head, but he could hear the amusement in her voice as she said, "You are supposed to be asleep."

Jareth let his hand fall to the side of her face, smoothing the hair away from her cheek.

"And you are eight and a half months pregnant with twins," he replied, running his hand down the column of her neck.

"I know Jareth...it's just...it's been so long..." she trailed off and Jareth could feel the heat rising from her cheeks. "Don't you find it difficult? I mean...what do you do to relieve the tension I know you must feel."

Jareth smiled at her even though she couldn't see his face.

"I can control myself," he answered smoothly. He paused and then added as an afterthought, "Although my reaction to your touch does seem to be quite strong..."

Sarah shifted her head on his chest and he gasped as he felt her tongue swirl round his nipple. He felt himself becoming hard.

"Control yourself, can you?" Sarah asked, the amusement in her voice evident as she looked down across his stomach to where his arousal was becoming more and more apparent beneath the black silk.

"Well," Jareth countered, "when the temptation is so strong accidents are bound to happen."

He stopped speaking as Sarah's hand once more ran down across his stomach and under his waistband. She stroked him once, gently, with one finger and he twitched, his whole body becoming rigid.

"I think it's been harder for you than you're letting on," Sarah said and Jareth gritted his teeth as Sarah's hand closed round him as much as possible. She began to move, up and down, squeezing gently, her head still resting against his chest. Jareth struggled to breathe, fought to resist the urge to thrust into her hand as the frustration of Sarah's pregnancy and the resulting sporadic and short sexual encounters threatened to engulf him. Suddenly he grasped Sarah's wrist again, jerking her hand away.

"No," he managed to gasp, "Sarah you must stop or the God's help me I will have you, pregnant or no."

Sarah kissed the centre of his chest, pulling her hand from his grasp and stroking the underside of his throbbing cock through the silk, causing him to hiss through his teeth.

"Then have me," she answered, running her finger over his tip.

"But you are...so close...so tender..."

"And tonight I want you."

She shifted again, moving her head down to kiss him through his silk covering.

"Now," she added as she pushed his waistband down, revealing his pulsing erection to the cool air, causing him to twitch, a shudder shaking through his body.

"Sarah...are you sure...?" Jareth closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she drew her finger nail lightly up from base to tip. Slowly, Sarah leant down and took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Sucking gently she swirled her tongue around his head before pulling away, causing Jareth to groan at the loss.

"Convinced?" she asked, glancing up at him.

Knowing he was lost Jareth nodded his head, motioning for her to roll over. When she questioned him with a glance he answered, "Well, we don't want to crush the boys now do we?"

Sarah sat up, pulling her night dress over her head before rolling onto her side, her back to Jareth. She felt his chest against her and his arm slip round her waist as he moved up behind her. His lips were soft on her shoulder, his hand gentle as he moved it up between her highly sensitive breasts to press gently on the silvery scar of his medallion.

"Mine," he whispered in her ear and at the single word, Sarah felt heat begin to pool between her legs in a way it had not done for the last five months. She shivered in anticipation, gasping out as Jareth's hand barely brushed her sensitive nipple on its way downwards. Reaching down, he rested his hand on the inside of her thigh, just above her knee as his lips found the crook of her neck, sucking gently. As he leant forward she felt him brush against her cheeks and heard him gasp, shuddering involuntarily against her. He ran his hand up to the apex of her thighs, feeling the moisture that had gathered there. He flicked her clit once before removing his hand in order to change his position once more. Very gently, he brought his tip to her slick entrance, biting his lip to resist the urge to thrust all the way in. Catching her thigh he supported her leg as he bent and lifted it, opening her to him. Gingerly, he pushed himself in, sighing at the feel of her walls engulfing him. Releasing her leg he brought his fingers back to her clit as he began to set a slow, gentle rhythm, lips working her shoulders and neck.

He felt her shudder and stilled his motions, fighting his baser instincts.

"Are you alright Precious?" he managed to ask. "We can stop if you want to?"

Slowly, he began to withdraw but she shook her head and he stopped.

"What is it?"

"It's just, that I love you so much."

Jareth brought his lips against the sensitive point on her shoulder, grazing it with his teeth as he resumed his thrusting, fingers never still. When she came it was a soft release of tension, his seed coating her spasming walls, his arms wrapped tight round her. And when it was over and she lay in his arms, contentment washing over her, she could not help the tears that started from her eyes.

"What is it my love?" Jareth asked, pulling her tighter against his chest.

"When I die, I want it to be like this. With you. Always you."

Jareth leant over and kissed the salt from her cheeks.

"We will go together Precious. Always together."

Sarah reached up and stroked the curve of his jaw and he turned his head, kissing her finger tips. He glanced down at her where she lay snuggled against him.

"Precious, I have to ask, what was the nightmare?"

Her hand stilled in its stroking and her voice was slightly too innocent when she asked, " What nightmare?"

"The one I woke you from. The reason we are awake," he gently persisted.

"I dreamt I was having the babies, and you were by my side holding my hand. But then I looked up and it wasn't you but Raemon and then the first baby was coming but when it was born it wasn't a baby but Hoggle. And he got up all grumbling like normal and reached back up inside me so that his whole arm disappeared, fumbled around a bit and pulled out three crystals, one containing you, one me and one Phoenix. And then he just walked away muttering. He went to leave the room but before he did he looked at me and smiled this cruel smile and hurled the crystals against the stone wall. And then I was floating away and Raemon was laughing and then...you woke me up."

Sarah was shuddering at the horrible memory of the dream and Jareth gathered her into his arms and kissed her gently. He pillowed her head against his shoulder and, holding her close he softly began to sing, just as he did when Phoenix awoke from a bad dream. As the melody washed over her, Sarah felt her eyes grow heavy, Jareth's gently rocking sending her off to drowsiness until all she could hear was the sound of his voice, accompanied by the lapping of distant waves on a faraway shore. And then even his voice was blurring as her breathing deepened and she was lost to the world of sleep.

Beautiful dreamer,
Wake unto me
Starlight and dewdrops
Are awaiting thee

Sounds of the rude world
Heard in the day
Led by the moonlight
Have all passed away

Beautiful dreamer,
Queen of my song
List' while I woo thee
With soft melody

Gone are the cares of
Life's busy throng
Beautiful dreamer
Awake unto me
Beautiful dreamer,
Awake unto me

Jareth looked down at the sleeping face of his wife, peaceful and smooth with the cares wiped away.

Please let me know what you think! And keep reading! FY.A xxx