Something's are made to last…

Hi all, this is the sequel to "Something's are worth waiting for…"

I do hope you enjoy it. If not don't continue to read, review or comment, simples.

Big thankyou for the support I have gotten so far and to my proof reader for helping me and thinking up the name for this fic 3

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYHTING FROM JIM HENSON OR LABYRINTH!

Chapter One:

Stepping onto the mahogany stool in her silver kitten heels, Sarah handed the pink sash to Sir Didymus, who was sitting on the ledge of a window in the ball room.

"Whew" Sarah said, stepping back down and cradling her bump. She only had six weeks left before her due date and she had secretly found out that her and Jareth were expecting a little girl. Today was her baby shower and, as a surprise to tell Jareth what they were having, Sarah, Kirsten, Hoggle, Sir Didymus and Ludo had decorated the ballroom with pink banners, ribbons and streamers with pink and silver balloons.

"I'm telling you, Sarah, Jareth probably already knows. He is the King after all. There can't be any secrets in his kingdom" Kirsten said as she sat down on a cushion blowing up balloons.

Since Sarah had returned to the Underground (due to unfortunate circumstances), Kirsten had never left her side, except for her frequent jollies with Westley. Jareth had dubbed her a Lady shortly before his and Sarah's wedding and Kirsten and Westley had started courting soon after. Kirsten had her own bedroom opposite the Queens chambers and had already begun her transformation.

"Well, He'da have ter be blind ter not notice all this" Hoggle grunted, trying to wrap a ribbon around a marble pillar and failing because Ambrosius was tugging at the other end.

"It's perfect" Sarah said, tears in her eyes.

*Damn pregnancy hormones* she thought.

She wiped her eyes with a tissue then rolled them as she heard Jareth's thought-reply, which was chuckling. He had found her pregnancy highly amusing at times and not at other times. On the other times he had been petrified by her mood swings, but, all in all, knowing he had a child on the way had changed Jareth for the better. He had become really soppy and snuggly, wanting to kiss, caress and talk to Sarah's bump (and sometimes even Sarah herself) all the time.

Sarah didn't mind thought, in fact she loved it and would often run a hand over her bump when Jareth was busy giving orders, so he would see and get distracted.

Their baby kicked Sarah lightly, as if in agreement to her daddy chuckling at mummy. It made Sarah think back to the first kick she had felt…

Jareth was in court for an important meeting and Sarah was just lounging on their huge bed, reading a book out loud. She had been so surprised and excited when she felt their baby kicking for the first time that she had forgotten to mute her thoughts from Jareth. No sooner had she thought * Oh, my gods, the baby's kicking* that there was a flurry of wind and Jareth, in owl form, came swooping into the room, changing instantly and leaping onto the bed.

He had put both his hands out, palms splayed, in front of Sarah, silently asking for permission. She had taken them and placed both of his hands onto her bump, which had been a lot smaller back then and moved them around until she felt the baby kick again. Jareth had had tears in his eyes as he felt for himself, a beaming smile from ear to ear. What had happened after had to be postponed mid-way as Jareth suddenly remembered he was still attending court.

Every time Sarah thought of that memory she creased up laughing, very much like she did on that day at Jareth's shock realization that he was supposed to be somewhere other than his wife's loving arms.

Unfortunately, as time went on, Jareth started worrying that he could harm the baby when they were doing such activities and, for a brief spell, had refused all of Sarah's advances, which had been extremely difficult for him, until one night, when he refused her for the last time. What happened next had scared him more than he would ever admit and what had scared him had been his wife…

"For FUCK SAKE JARETH! I've told you time and time again, you won't hurt the baby! Or maybe this is an excuse? Maybe you don't want me anymore, but you are under some stupid kingly duty to stick by me. Have you got someone on the side? OR is it because I've gotten so big? Am I such a fat pig to you that you don't find me attractive anymore?" Sarah had shrieked, bursting into tears.

Jareth had been so shocked he just sat there in their bed, watching his beloved wail into her satin pillow for a full minute. He then felt so nervous, he didn't know how to approach the situation. Raising his hand, she stroked Sarah's hair, soothing her until she had stopped crying and looked up at him. He then held her close as he talked.

"Sarah, do you know how old I am?" he asked her cautiously.

She shook her head.

"I am just over Three- Thousand years old and never, I my very long life, have I ever desired someone as much as I desire you. You being with child, our child, has ignited something in me that I cannot yet fully explain. The only words I can use to describe it would be extreme love and protection towards you both. You have not put on any weight, except to make room for our baby. Hardly any fae women put weight on during pregnancy if they are lucky to get this far naturally. I am merely concerned I will hurt you or the baby. For the first time in my long life I have everything I have ever wanted, and I do not wish for it to be taken from me in any way. I tell you no lies, Sarah, not now or ever." He had said, taking her hand and kissing her wedding ring.

"Do you promise?" Sarah had asked in a whiny voice.

"Yes, I will try better to go against my instinctual urges from now on" he said.

Sarah had still felt a little deflated after all this but after four hot fudge sundaes and a foot rub from Jareth, she had almost forgotten about it. Jareth really had made a mental note to try and do better. He never wanted to see or experience Sarah like that again. Since then, they had had a few experiences of tender love making but Jareth still refused to be anything near as energetic as their first time together. Sarah, however, didn't mind this one bit. She was just glad that her silly pregnancy brain had been wrong and that he still loved and wanted her with a passion.

"Right, I thinks that abouts does it" Hoggle said, bringing Sarah back to the present.

Sarah looked around as Kirsten said "Yes, I think you are right, Hoggle. There isn't an inch of this room that hasn't been decorated". She gave Sarah a sideways look, causing her to giggle.

"Ludo, be careful with those tables, don't hurt yourself" Kirsten said quickly just as a crash sounded across the room.

"Ludo break" Ludo said, his face crumpling.

"Never mind. Here, you help me pile the balloons, okay?" Kirsten said, handing him two different coloured ones, which he took with precise care.

"The guests will be arriving in four hours' time, but I want Jareth to find out first" Sarah said as she watched Kirsten and Ludo spread balloons about. Hoggle and Sir Didymus tackled the broken table, trying to put it back together.

Before she could call on him, however, the double doors to the ballroom opened and Jareth stomped in, barking at Westley, with Westley running behind him, taking notes, his hair ruffled and his glasses slightly askew.

Sarah caught the look on Kirsten's face, who had dropped the balloons and was blushing.

"And another thing, I need to decorators on standby, because…" Jareth stopped dead in his tracks so that Westley walked straight into him. He landed nosily onto the floor, but he was too busy looking around the room to get back up onto his feet.

*Pink? But that means…* Sarah heard him think.

She waited nervously in the middle of the room, hugging her bump. She saw him break out into a massive grin before taking a couple of tentative steps towards her then breaking out into a run.

Sarah only had time to gasp before he reached her and, in one effortless move, considering she was nearly full term, he lifted her up at her waist and swung her around.

"A girl? We are having a baby girl?" He asked her as he carefully placed her back onto her feet.

"Yes, a little princess" Sarah said, laughing at his reaction.

"Our little princess" he corrected her, giving her a breath taking passionate kiss and then bending down to kiss her bump.

"Let the celebrations commence" Jareth said, turning to everyone, his arm wrapped around Sarah's waist with his other hand splayed over Sarah's bump.

End of Chapter One.