Author Notes: Originally Tears of a Queen was supposed to be a oneshot, with a slightly hopeful ending (with Mary being pregnant with Francis child), even though she also lost her husband. However, I got a request to continue it, with Mary having their child. Also Mary was three months pregnant in Tears of a Queen. Also their may be a few inaccuracies regarding post birth care.

Six Months Later

There isn't a day that goes by that she doesn't think of her late husband.

She will admit she went through a very dark stage after his death. Blaming herself, others (particularly the English Queen), and despite her pregnant state refusing to eat.

It wasn't until she collapsed during the fourth month of her pregnancy, and a particularly harsh but truthful scolding from her mother in law.

However, she knew that Queen Catherine was right. She needed to start thinking like a mother and to start taking better care of herself and her unborn child.

Her (unborn) child should be considered as a gift.

She supposes Catherine was right.

There was a piece of Francis that still lives on, through her unborn son, or daughter, and she will admit her relationship with mother in-law has approved in the past couple of months.

She even admitted why she was so against her marriage to Francis. Even though, she suspects there is a part of Catherine that still blames her for her eldest son's death, she wasn't openly hostile to her.

She supposes her pregnancy ran smoothly; she supposes relied a bit on the advice of other women who have been pregnant. Catherine has been pregnant a few times, and Lola gave birth to Sebastian's son five months ago; however she also consulted with a doctor, as well.

Personally she doesn't know why anyone would want to give birth after spending several hours in pain, just to get the child out.

But she supposes in the end, it was worth it. She has seen Lola with her son, it honestly seems like she is constantly with her son, when she isn't doing her other duties.

She knows she will love her child, as well.

"It's a boy, milady," one of the midwives told her, cleaning the baby and wrapping him in a piece of cloth. "Do you want to hold him?"

She nods weakly.

The midwife gently places her son, into her awaiting arms. She silently studies her baby boy, his hair was dark. Although she suspects that her child would inherit his father's curls, although she hopes he will inherit his father's blue eyes.

"Have you chosen a name for him," another midwife questioned. Even though it is the norm for the male to choose a name. Her husband is dead, and she supposes the duty of giving her a son name falls onto her.

They didn't really talk about names when Francis was still alive. For the most part, he was just happy that she was pregnant. He was probably in the mindset that he would be able to see his child, and figured talking about names can wait until then.

"Yes," she replies softly. "Francis after his father."

-the End