*Cinderella x Hunchback of Notre Dame. Anastasia x Phoebus. Inspired by the Youtube video by Thexangeldits -Traveler.
-December 5, 1850-
In the countryside, several miles from Paris, France, in a lovely and rustic cottage, cries of pain echoed amongst encouraging words as outside in the gardens, a young girl of 7 years old replied, "Is Aunt Stasia going to be okay, Papa?", looking at her father with black hair in a braid, and teal eyes, along with tan skin, and wearing her mother's lips in a worried frown.
Her father, a red-haired man who is quite famous for his disfigured looks, smiled gently at his daughter, "She will be okay, my sweet Marie. It takes a lot of time and hard work to bring life into the world. After all, I was really worried when your mother had you, but she is strong-willed, and when I saw you for the first time, my worries went away. Which is why your uncle is trying to be brave for you, right, Phoebus?.", glancing at his best friend, his first male best friend who is human anyway.
Phoebus gave a weak chuckle, "Appreciate that, Quasimodo...I'm just really glad Esme is helping...I just hope everything is going very well in there...It really hurts to hear her in pain...", with a sigh before flinching and biting his lip, "War was less scary than this in a viewpoint of sorts...", hearing another cry of pain.
Quasimodo gently shook his shoulder, "At least you're here, and not at war. Anastasia must be glad for that.", and Phoebus nodded, "True...Ana would have a grudge at me for weeks if I wasn't here for everything...Thank goodness the king saw to it that I was able to retire and all, especially after what Frollo did...", with a slight scowl.
"At least Paris is all fixed up, through it's still a bit rough-looking in places from the towers.", Quasimodo said as they watched Marie go look at the flowers in the gardens. Phoebus looked relieved, "And Clopin? How'd he been doing?".
Quasimodo smiled wryly, "Still telling stories and lifting everybody's spirits. He's going to try to break his record of making the Feast of Fools even better than last time.", and Phoebus chuckled, "I bet. Perhaps, by the time we could visit, the baby would be strong enough to travel with us...", before a scream of pain was heard, and Phoebus bolted up to his feet, looking at the door, nearly wanting to run in when an ear-piercing wail of a newborn was heard a few moments later.
Phoebus widened his eyes, his breath caught, as he stood numbly, biting his lip, praying that his wife is okay too, as several minutes passed before the door opened, revealing a beaming, tired woman, Esmeralda who smiled at Phoebus, "Mother and baby is doing well. Go on and greet your wife.".
Phoebus exhaled, "Thank you, Esme.", nodding as he went past Esmeralda, through the cottage to their bedroom, hearing Anastasia's kindly voice murmuring along with whimpers and coos of a newborn, and he looked in the doorstep, his breath catching as tears pricked at his eyes in awe, joy, relief, and love.
Glowing in the aura of motherhood and some of the warm sunlight, a tired looking redhaired woman is smiling so happily, tears falling down her cheeks, holding her bundled newborn in her arms, looking so beautiful, and feeling her husband's presence, she looked up with her chocolate brown eyes sparkling in joy and love, "Oh, Phoebus, come in and meet your son.".
A son! Phoebus's eyes widened in joy and surprise, and he smiled, coming closer, nervous yet excited, joining his wife's side, and he looked on, and gasped softly, choked up to say anything for a minute as his heart was filling up with love upon the first sight of his son.
His son got his father's sparkling blue eyes, nose, smile, while having his mother's pale flawless skin and a thick head of dark red hair. Phoebus whispered, "Ana...He's...he's perfect...", his finger moving to gently trace his son's cheek as he cooed, his little hands fisting closed and open, soon clasping into his father's finger.
Anastasia laughed warmly, "He knows his father...", leaning into Phoebus's shoulder, and Phoebus smiled warmly, "He sure does...Oh, Ana, I love you...You gave life to our son...", kissing his wife on the lips tenderly.
"We, Phoebus. We gave life to our son...", Anastasia smiled lovingly as they looked down at their son with love and tender awe, and Phoebus hummed, "Well, he certainly is strong, and of course, not afraid to make himself heard when he needs to...", remarking on his son's announcing wail.
Anastasia chuckled warmly, "Indeed. So, what shall we name our little one?", and Phoebus replied, "Henri...", looking at his wife with a smile, and Anastasia smiled widely, "Oh, that's just right for him! Henri...our little miracle...I would never think I'd have such a happy ending...", tears pricking at her eyes once more.
Her mother Eleanor Tremaine was furious when Anastasia's family visited Paris, and she met Phoebus, falling in love with him. Her mother wanted her and her sister to marry wealthy people and such, and for Anastasia to fall in love with a soldier, even a retired soldier, it was blasphemy, and she forbid Anastasia to see him, yet her wonderful friends saved her, bringing her to the Court of Miracles where Clopin and a priest friend of his, blessed her and Phoebus in their marriage.
When Eleanor saw the rings on Phoebus and Anastasia, she was beyond enraged, and disowned her own daughter from the Tremaine family, leaving forever with Drizella who looked back with a sad, yet encouraging smile, and Anastasia cried in her new husband's arms, praying that her sister got away somehow by marrying a foreign rich man or something where Eleanor wasn't able to hurt her, for years.
She hasn't heard from Drizella since that day, and she knew why Phoebus named their son Henri, because it was a favorite name when the sisters talked about their fantasy men in dreams and such, and Anastasia explained that it was Drizella's favorite name while they did the game.
"No, it's not a happy ending...it's a happy beginning...", Phoebus murmured lovingly, kissing through his wife's hair, smiling as little Henri cooed, and then his belly grumbled, and he whined, blinking at his mother, and Anastasia giggled softly, "He got my appetite.", loosening her robe to expose a breast, and with a bit of adjusting, Henri latched into it, and went to feed, suckling as he closed his eyes contentedly.
Phoebus chuckles, "He really is like both of us...Our little strong boy...", and Anastasia smiles tenderly, "I love you too, Phoebus...", kissing him on the lips warmly. They share in the warm passion of the kiss, and they then proceeded to watch over their son when they heard faint neighs, a sound of a carriage.
"Did our neighbor down the road forget something again?", Phoebus looked at Anastasia, and she shook her head, "No, and the cucumbers aren't ready for a week yet...", with a shrug, "Maybe they just wanted to check as there was quite some fuss this morning, and then of course, the noise...".
Phoebus nodded, "True...Don't worry, Esmeralda got it.", trusting in their friends, and Anastasia nodded softly before they heard soft voices and footsteps, and then Esmeralda appeared at the doorstep, smiling warmly, "It's alright. Apparently, the Lord heard your prayers, Anastasia. Someone's here to see you.".
The couple was confused for a moment as Esmeralda nodded to the person hiding next to her, and then gasps came as the person came out, and Anastasia sobbed happily, "Drizella!". Indeed, it is Drizella, looking older and less nasty and lovelier than ever.
Drizella smiled widely, "Anastasia...Oh, I missed you!", coming over to gently hug her sister before smiling in delight, "Oh, what a beautiful baby! You two must be so proud!", as she pulled back, looking at Henri.
Anastasia tearfully smiled, "We are, and it's a son. We decided to name him Henri.", and Drizella gasped in surprise, "You...you kept your promise...", tears falling, and Anastasia smiled, "Yes...I really looked for you, Zel...What happened?".
Drizella sighed softly, "I knew I had to find solutions...I found an incredible man, a lord over in England...I knew the dreary weather would defy Mother often as she absolutely hated it, and I was happy, yet I kept thinking about you, worrying about you, especially after hearing about the revolutions. And then I became a widow, alone with a young son, and I knew I didn't want to be like Mother, grooming him and all as I hated it...And then a few weeks ago, I was notified of Mother's death by rogues while being on a trip.".
Anastasia's eyes widened, "You...you came over the Channel...to check that it was real...", and Drizella nodded, "She was completely out of the picture, and I am free...You're free, Anya. I...My son's currently getting to know Marie and Quasimodo...I understand if you don't want me here, Milord.", looking at Phoebus.
Phoebus smiled, "Nonsense. You are Ana's sister, and she missed you very much. She prayed for you every day, morning and night. It's only fair that you can visit, and perhaps stay here if you want. After all, I'm sure you and Ana has so much to catch up on.".
Drizella gave a relieved sob, smiling tearfully, "Thank you, Milord!", and Phoebus smiled, "Please, call me Phoebus. After all, we're all family here.", while Anastasia kissed him on the cheek happily, as Drizella nodded in understanding.
Henri hiccupped, and Drizella laughed, "Slow down, my hungry nephew! Or you're gonna dry your mother out in days instead of weeks!", and Anastasia smiled at Phoebus who nodded, kissing her on the temple, seeing the stars in her eyes gleam brighter than ever, relieved that another miracle has been made in Drizella's arrival, and that his wife is happier than ever before.