Disclamer : Victoria belongs to its rightful creators and owners.

Summary : At that time, she wasn't the queen of England anymore, she was still a young girl, a scared woman who longed for her mother's soothing arms.

Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me !

This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.

Even queens need their mothers

The pain was unbearable and Victoria thought she was going to die. She felt she was being ripped apart by her child coming to this world. Her forehead was shining with tears of sweat, mixing with the ones of pain rolling down her cheeks. Was she going to die like her uncle's first wife, the princess that should have been queen instead of her?

"I am stronger than I look... I'll birth my child... I'll survive..."

And she'd do it on her own. She had all the people she needed by her side: her beloved Albert, whose support was making this nightmare more bareable, the doctors and the midwives. Albert was holding her hand, telling her words of encouragement. At one point, she squeezed his hand so strongly she wondered if she had broken some of his fingers.

"Do you want me to fetch your mother?" He asked

"No."

Because, despite her pain, she liked to think she didn't need her. She was a queen. The queen of the most powerful realm in Europe. However, one wave of pain made her realize just how prideful she was being.

"Mama..."

Albert kissed her forehead and went to fetch her. They weren't even turning to enter that another contraction caused her to scream for her again.

At that time, she wasn't the queen of England anymore, she was still a young girl, a scared woman who longed for her mother's soothing arms.

Because despite everything, despite what had happened, deep down, Victoria had always known that her mother loved her and that she had never doubted she did.

And, Albert included, who was better suited to see her becoming a mother than her own dear mama?

With both of them at her side, Victoria was now confident that not only would she give birth to her baby, she'd also survive.

The End