Continuum of Little Sibling, Big Problems. You don't have to read that one first, but it might be best if you do. Again, English names are used in this. Please leave a review on your way out. Thank you.

Twice the Charm:

Little Siblings, Big Problems II

Neo-King Endymion enjoyed his life very much. Yes, at times it was stressful and he yearned for the days when he was only an overworked student and not an overworked monarch, but he still loved his life, his Kingdom, his friends, but most of all he loved his small, but growing, family.

Still, there were certain things Neo-King Endymion didn't like. For instance, he didn't like having his daughter, a mere girl of eleven (and a half she'd correct testily), tell him in more or less words, to keep it in his pants from now on.

"Rini," he was more than a little mortified. "What do you know about sex? Who told you– "

"I'm not a little girl anymore, papa," she sounded exasperated, as if she was the one talking to a child. "Just next time you and mom get the urge to 'cuddle', please try not to make me any more siblings; I rather liked being an only child."

"Your daughter," Endymion told his wife that night as they turned in for bed, "Is getting more and more…spirited by the day."

"Oh?" Serenity turned over in bed so she was facing her husband. He was stretched out on his side of the bed, a book in hand. He liked to read, but rarely got the chance to read for pleasure anymore. "I suppose she gave you the talk she was telling me about, then? Ever the charmer she is." He nodded awkwardly. Through the corner of his eyes she could see her smirk, not unlike the smirk that graced their daughter's face so often. "And what did she say?" Amusement laced her voice.

"Well, at first she wanted us to become celibate," he heard Serenity laugh, "but then she resigned herself to telling me, quite fiercely, that she didn't want any more siblings and to make sure it didn't happen again..."

Edging closer to her husband until she was pressed again his side, "She's a handful," she admitted and Endymion smiled fondly.

"She's like you."

"Oh I was never that bad!" Serenity tried to seem serious, but a smile shone in her eyes. "She gets her stubbornness from you!" He quickly shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips, his eyes still trained on his book. "Well, regardless of where she gets what makes her so perfectly her from, do you think you are ready for this?"

"Ready? Ready for what?" Endymion repeated, placing his book down on the side of the nightstand. He wrapped his arms around the thin waist of his wife and tugged her until she was laying on top of him. She sat up so she was straddling his hips. Lovingly he stroked her golden locks as she leaned into his touch.

Grabbing the hand that was making its way through her hair she said, "Ready for another baby? Ready to do all this again?"

Placing a hand gently on her stomach feeling the growing bump there, "Are you ready?" he questioned.

The Queen nodded, slowly, her blonde hair bouncing around them. "I am. I really am, but are you?"

Endymion smiled kindly. Placing his hand behind her neck he lowered his Queen down until their lips met briefly in a chaste kiss. "More than ready," he spoke the words against her lips. "In fact," he continued as he stared to place kisses down the column of her neck, causing her to moan. The sweetness of their lips initially touching quickly evolving into lustful touches. "I'd have no problem giving you many, many more children… if you wanted them."

He noticed she didn't bother to stifle a giggle as her hands roamed their way across his bare chest. "Why your majesty," she playfully mocked, "I don't believe we have the time to raise a small brood with our schedule."

"We'll never know until we try…" the King whispered huskily into her ear and he felt her shivered.

"But, there is the matter of our daughter…" Serenity continued as he flipped them over so that it was him on top straddling her hips, his hands eliciting fire across her skin as he pushed up her short, almost sheer nightgown to pass her thighs. "She isn't exactly fond of the idea of one little brother or sister, let alone more."

"She'll learn to love her many brothers and sisters; all eleven of them," Endymion told her with a smile as he bent down and captured her lips in an intense kiss, effectively smothering Serenity's laughter.

"I'm not sure about that," she told him when they finally parted. Endymion only half heard her as he was too busy ridding her and himself of their few layers of clothing.

"You want just one more?" he managed to catch a bit what she was saying and questioned. His hands never stopping their slow descent down her bare body.

"Don't you?" Serenity asked, biting her lip, he noted, which was something she did when she was nervous. She wanted to say something and he wanted to know what it was, but with lust driving at his nerves he knew whatever it was would have to wait.

"I want as many as you want, love, we are not too old," he told her, his voice ragged, even to his own ears.

"Darien…" she moaned in pleasure, forgoing their royal names as her small hands locked themselves into his head.

Soon all words and thoughts died as they both became enraptured in pure passion.

After all was said and done, and both their bodies sated with release, they lay side by side in bed, his hand ghosting over her arm in comfort. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep she stirred in his arms. Sitting up a bit she looked down at him with gentle, but uneasy eyes. The light from the moonlight shone through the window and illuminated her soft golden hair.

She looked so irresistible, he thought, his body begging him to touch her once more before he slept, and so he did, his hand cupping her cheek. She sighed dreamily and pushed into the warmth of his hand. "Endy," she whispered to him so lightly that his ears had to strain to hear her. "I need to tell you something."

With heavy eyes he pulled her down and against his chest. Yawning slightly, "What is it?" he asked as he ran his hand through her silky hair, hoping to lull her into the sleepiness he was feeling.

When she didn't respond immediately Endymion was sure she had drifted off to sleep, comforted and soothed by his touch. Just when he was finally going to give into sweet unconsciousness she spoke, her voice a little shaky, "I went to see my physician earlier today, and, well, Endy - I'm having twins."

And suddenly King Endymion wasn't so sleepy anymore.

End.

May or may not post another continuum, I'm not sure. In my mind, in my special little headcanon - though Serenity and Endymion do give the whole pregnancy thing another try, they do not conceive twins, but a single little boy. For this story, however, that wouldn't have been as interesting as the drama-filled, dreaded twins trope!

If you like, and if I decide to continue, please leave what genders you would like the babies to be in the comments. Thank you.