Author's notes and disclaimer: I've written a couple of What If one shots, but this is my first proper fic of The Tudors and is pretty much an extended version of my one shot where Jane Seymour survives childbirth. I've always been interested in Jane Seymour and I think that there's not enough stuff about her. This is a work of fiction using characters from Tudor History and from Showtime's show, The Tudors which is copyright to Showtime. I found it really hard to think of a title for this and decided to go with Jane's Miracle. Hope you enjoy the story and any kind of comment is appreciated.

Jane's Miracle

Jane Seymour had to live. The King would not accept the death of a queen after everything he had been through just for a healthy son. Seeing Jane struggling to open her eyes and looking so weak hunted Henry. It reminded him of how poorly he treated his first two wives; Catherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn. Both marriages started off very well, but ended so bitterly.

Why was there no happy endings? Why must every story end in darkness? He was married to the Spanish princess for twenty-four years, and for at least twenty of them, it was a happy and successful marriage. Then he tore his country apart for Anne Boleyn and after only three years of marriage, she was beheaded for adultery and witchcraft. All of the accusations against Anne were false and fabricated by Cromwell, but at the same time, Cromwell was strictly following orders from His Majesty.

Nobody would dare disobey His Majesty. Both Anne and Catherine were unlucky when it came to their fertility. Their only surviving offspring were daughters, so Henry believed that if they were capable of having healthy daughters, by God's grace boys should follow. But it wasn't to be, and Henry had grown sick and tired of still born babies and miscarriages.

Neither Catherine nor Anne deserved to die the way they did. They were both strong and faithful women right through to the very end. It only made him more determined to ensure that Jane was protected from any harm. He even reminded Jane of Anne's fate, and although he sounded threatening, he only wanted to protect Jane. And if Jane gave Henry a son, he knew that Jane would be protected from any dangers in England.

He found her modesty and obedience a breath of fresh air to a world of pain. Jane were the flowers blossoming in a war field. Henry needed a male heir to secure the throne, and with regret his daughters were declared bastards, but Jane was brave enough to suggest that Mary should be restored to the succession to the throne.

Sometimes he wished Jane would not meddle with his affairs, but he couldn't help but see the love and kindness in her words. The fact that she cared so much for Mary showed how much she cared for him. If the physicians believed they did all they could to save her, then The King knew he had to do something about it. He believed that his word was the word of God, so prayers was his most powerful weapon.

He couldn't imagine his life with Jane, he had said the same thing about Catherine and Anne too. What was happening to Jane could be his punishment for the damage he had done and his attempt to blame everyone apart from the one person solely responsible: Henry VIII himself. He had the power to spare Anne, but he was blinded by his ill temper.

"My son needs his mother and I need my queen," Henry Tudor whispered as he held onto his wife's hand. Jane continued to grow weaker and colder until all warmth was lost in her hands. The fever had snatched his mother once and it claimed another person dear to his hearts. Watching his beloved Jane feel and look like snow reminded him of memories. Painful memories that caused an ache in his heart.

His poor sweet Jane. What would all the power and glory mean without her?

Memories he didn't want to think about. Memories he ordered to fade away, but they refused. Henry was not ready to say goodbye. There was many things to do and many things to see. Edward had the caring mother and sisters that would protect him. Henry would give him and his Jane all the finest things for the rest of his life.

All of Henry's sins had led him to Jane's deathbed; Anne and Catherine's struggle to give birth to a male heir, taking mistresses, falling out with the pope, neglecting his daughters, it had all led to his ultimate wish. Henry's determination to produce a male heir had driven him to two failed marriages a broken country and a religious revolution that changed England forever. Anne and Catherine were not the failures. He couldn't bring himself to admit guilt due to his pride. He was third time lucky with Jane, but his wish for a son was corrupted.

If he could have Jane back for just a small moment, he would never let pride engulf him again. He would promise to treat Jane with the respect and love that he failed to do to Anne and Catherine. Drowned in sorrow he leaned over and kissed Jane's frozen lips. Not once did Henry let go of Jane. His head lowered down to her stomach.

Even in the hour of her death, her skin glistened to Henry. She was a saint and a guardian angel in his wet eyes. A hot breeze tickled his ear. He raised himself, anxiously looking around to see who's there. His heart pounded when he saw Jane's eyes flicker.

"Henry..." Jane murmured. Their grip became tighter.

"Jane!" Henry gasped. He looked into Jane's eyes and saw the reflection of not a king, but a man seeking redemption. "JANE!" He grabbed Jane's back and kissed her again. He was still crying, but they were tears of joy. It wasn't anything less than a miracle. Edward son will have his mother, Mary and Elizabeth will have their stepmother, and Henry will have his queen.