"So?" Sarah twirled her now short hair around her finger and batted her eyelashes at him.
"Will it make you happy?"
"Of course it will silly!"
"Then fine, go put a bookshelf in the kid's room."
"Thank you!" She squealed in happiness and kissed Jareth on the forehead.
"But when he pulls it down on himself or climbs up and falls, I'm blaming you."
"…Y-you don't really thing he would do that…" She stopped and a frightened look grew on her face.
Jareth snorted and laughed at her paranoia. "No, he's my kid so he should be smarter than that."
"Should be? On second thought the baby really doesn't need a bookshelf, he can't even read yet."
"Oh Sarah, you always change your mind so much." He sighed and ushered for a servant to come in and take away the dinner dishes. He looked over to Sarah. She was staring down at her hands with a look of worry across her face. Ever since little Gabe was born four months ago Sarah's mother hen come rushing out with childproof locks, soap for sensitive skin, toys bigger than the kids whole body to reduce choking hazards, and those little plastic wall socket covers that Jareth found particularly irritating and pointless. If the kid really wanted to, all he'd have to do is get his nail underneath it and pop it out.
"I'm going to go check on the baby, you can have my dessert if you want."
"You're going to make me fat dear; you always skip your dessert to check Gabe. He's fine, the babysitter is with him and if anything went wrong she wou-"
"Jareth, let me check on my own child!" She turned around and glared at him. He froze in place and held his breath until she stormed out of the room. Lately her mood swings have gotten worse and the lack of sleep from Gabe didn't seem to be helping. He sighed and followed her to his son's room. He found the two in the rocking chair, Sarah telling him a story and Gabe looking up at her memorized by her face. He leaned against the doorframe and Sarah looked up at him.
"Jareth…there's something I need to tell you."
"What's that dear?"
"Well…don't freak out okay?"
"When have I ever freaked out?"
Sarah gave him a flat look, "All the time. But, how would you feel if we ended up with another baby?"
"Why?" Jareth stood up and a serious look grew on his face.
"Well…."
"That explains the mood swings," he whispered under his breath to keep it out of her hearing. His smile appeared and he came towards her. "That's wonderful dear! We'll have to set up another nursery. How long have you known?"
"Just a week or two," she looked away from him out the window.
"Okay, so that puts us with a little over eight months to prepare. Darling, why so glum?"
"It's just…what if Gabe gets jealous or feels neglected because we have a new baby?"
"He'll learn to understand, and it's not like we're going to keep him locked up in his room when the baby comes."
"Yeah, I suppose worrying is just another symptom of the pregnancy." She looked up at Jareth again and smiled. "I hope it's a girl this time."
He smile disappeared, "I want another boy."
"Well I want a girl."
"Boy."
"Girl."
"Boy."
"Twenty dollars it's a girl."
Nine Months Later:
"She's beautiful," Jareth whispered leaning over the crib to see his new baby girl. Sarah was resting in the bed nearby watching the glow of pride coming off Jareth.
"I like the name Seraphina," she suggested when he came over to sit on the bed with her.
"It fits her," he nodded. "When are you parents coming to see her?"
"Sometime next week, they promised to bring my book."
"What book?"
Sarah turned away from her daughter and looked at Jareth with laughter in her eyes. "Which one do you think?"
"Labyrinth? You still have that old thing?" He gave a throaty chuckle picturing his daughter reading it as she got older.
"Maybe someday she'll find her own Goblin King who'll fall in love with her," Sarah mused.
"Maybe…" Jareth put his arm around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. They watched as their son, Gabe, came in. He looked at the new baby and all her new things and the attention she was getting from his parents. He flopped on the ground, turned his tear stained face to his parents, and said his first words.
"That's not fair!"
"NO!" Jareth screamed inside his head, "HE TOOK AFTER HIS MOTHER!"
This is the first time I've finished a long running story that was more than three chapters! *sniff* I'm honestly going to miss it. I want to thank all of you readers who have stuck with me through the odd update times (sorry about that) and rather strange chapters.
~Bon voyage mes amis~