My Brother, My Sister, an Aladdin story, Book One

By sai-des

Disclaimer

Dear peoples,

'Technically', any of the characters here in this story does not belong to me. Even the ones that aren't canon, like Miraj, don't belong to me either. It all belongs to either Disney or scarletsapphires. You can find scarletsapphires at her DeviantArt page by going to

Side note: Miraj isn't supposed to have a twin…

Second Side Note: I want to tell you that you don't have to read all three books in order, or anything like that. If you don't want to read Book One, and just read Book 2, please go ahead!

Let's get started!

It was an absolutely horrible day. It was unimaginably hot, much hotter than any regular day. Not to mention humid. Everywhere you looked, someone would fall down, caught by the illusion of water atop the sandy ground. To a normal person, it was definitely a punishment from Allah. It was, however, the most terrifying day of Aladdin's life. He was about to be a father, that is, if the baby ever came out. Jasmine's water broke five hours ago. Did childbirth really take this long? He'd also be informed that childbirth was a painless process. If it was so pain-free, why could he hear loud cries and screaming and yelling from inside the room?

And why couldn't he be with his wife anyways? If it was for sheer awkwardness of witnessing her in some sort of …'position'…well, she wouldn't be there without his help, right? And after all, was he Sultan, or was he Sultan? He definitely had the power to go into the room and support his wife.

So, he walked up and knocked on the door. One of the midwives opened the door.

"Yes?"

"What's taking so long?" Aladdin asked her.

"Well, you must understand, it is her first child. Her body isn't used to such…labour," she replied.

"I'd like to come inside."

"I…I don't know about that…"

"Why not? She is my wife, and it is our child…"

"I suppose you could…"

All of a sudden, Jasmine interrupted their conversation. "WHY ISN'T THE BABY COMING OUT YET?!" she bellowed from inside.

The midwife gave Aladdin a questioning look. "Are you sure you still want to go in there?"

Aladdin sighed. There were only two things he was afraid of at that moment: miscarriage and a very irritable Jasmine. "I'll wait out here."

Three hours passed. Three 'excruciatingly long, it feels like an eternity,' hours. And there was still no baby. Aladdin wanted to pull his hair out. He was so tempted to just go inside and pull the baby out himself. He walked to the wall beside the door and sat down against it. He didn't get much sleep the night before, when Jasmine's water broke in the middle of the night. If he was going to wait any longer, might as well get some shut-eye.

As he was about to doze off, a loud, ear-shattering cry filled the hall. Aladdin's head jerked up. Was it finally over? He stood up and pressed his ear against the door.

"Congratulations, it's a girl!" he heard a midwife say. Aladdin's eyes grew wide. It was over. He had a daughter, and he was finally a father. He was about to open the door when…

"You have to push again."

"WHAT?" Aladdin and Jasmine said in unison.

"Apparently, there's another baby. You might be having twins."

"Oh no, I'm NOT doing this again," Jasmine retorted.

"Your Majesty…"

"Can't we keep the other one in there? I'm so tired after the first one…"

"I promise that this one will be much quicker."

Jasmine sighed. "Fine, just get this thing over with,"

"Alright, ready? Push."

Outside the door, Aladdin's smile disappeared. Again? She'd have to give birth again? Another eight hours of waiting…again? Aladdin groaned. Great. Just wonderful.

Aladdin didn't know how long he waited for, but the midwife was right: it definitely did take much quicker than the first one. He guessed that about five toe ten minutes passed before he heard the second, high-pitched cry.

"And…it's a boy!"

Aladdin wanted to jump three feet in the air. He had a daughter and a son. He quickly began to pray to whoever was listening that there would not be a third one.

His prayers were answered when the same midwife he talked to three hours ago opened the door. She had a huge smile on her face.

"It's over. Would you like to see your children?" she asked.

"More than anything."

The midwife stepped aside to let Aladdin in. His gaze automatically fell on the bed where Jasmine lay, exhausted from childbirth. She smiled at him.

"Aladdin," she said in a voice so sweet, it nearly gave him cavities.

"Yeah?"

"Come here,"

Aladdin quickly ran up to her side. He took her hand and kissed it. "Can you believe it? We're –"

Jasmine's free hand slapped him across the face.

"Do you know how much that HURT?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Aladdin said, rubbing his cheek.

"I swear, Aladdin, if you do this to me again…" Jasmine said threateningly.

"I won't do it again, I promise!" Aladdin quickly replied. "It was horrible waiting outside. I was so scared that something was going to go wrong…"

Jasmine's expression softened. "Well, it didn't"

Aladdin smiled at her. "I guess not."

A midwife walked over, carrying a bundle of pink and blue blankets.

"Your Majesties, would you like to meet your children?"

"Please…"

She handed the blue blankets to Aladdin and the pink blankets to Jasmine. Aladdin looked at the blankets in his arms and noticed two black eyes staring up at him. Aladdin's heart melted. He was actually a father now. His son was in his arms. He had a family.

"Aladdin," Jasmine whispered. She was gently stroking the baby's face with the tip of her fingertips. "They're beautiful…"

A hand reached out of the blankets and managed to get a hold of some of Jasmine's hair. Aladdin let out a laugh as Jasmine removed her hair out of the baby's grasp.

"Well, what are you going to name them?" the midwife asked. Aladdin and Jasmine looked at each other.

"What?" Jasmine asked. "Didn't we decide on that three months ago?"

"It's not that, it's the fact that we're going to use both of them."

"I know." Jasmine tickled their daughter. "We're naming this little one Mirah,"

"And our little prince Miraj." Aladdin added.

The midwife sighed. "They're wonderful names, your Majesties." She said. She briskly turned around and called the other women in the room. "Come, come! Let's leave now," she said. The women quickly finished what they were doing and filed out of the room.

Jasmine looked at Mirah lovingly. "Aladdin," she said, turning to her husband. "You should go and tell everyone. I'm sure they'd love to know. They'd been waiting too,"

Aladdin nodded. "You're right. I'll go tell them." He began to stand up when he realized that he still had the baby Miraj in his arms.

"Don't worry, I'll take him." Jasmine said, opening her other arm. Aladdin smiled as he gently laid Miraj beside his sister.

"I'll be back soon, alright?" he said, kissing Jasmine on the cheek.

Jasmine nodded. "Go. It's not like we're going anywhere."

Aladdin stood up and walked to the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob and quickly looked back. Jasmine and the twins were fast asleep. He smiled as he stepped out quietly into the hall. He couldn't wait to tell everyone.