Fighting For You

Not having someone, that’s the worst curse imaginable. It doesn’t matter if you’ve lost the one you love, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to love. Some people have never been loved and some don't have anyone to love. Not having someone is the worst curse ever thought. My mother once said that love is weakness but today not having love is weaker.

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4. My Son's Alive

We waited three hours. At the end of three hours we looked up at the clock and saw it was dinnertime. We left the vaults to gather up our kids and prepare for the feast. I picked Ari up and took her to her bedroom. I put her in a little silver tutu with a white shirt covered in pink sparkles. I put her little crown on her head and carried her to my bedroom. There I put her on her bed and changed into my sapphire blue dress that had a poufy skirt. I pulled my red hair up into a chignon and fasted it with a diamond comb. I put my hand over my abdomen and felt the baby kick.

         I took Arianna up into my arms and met Regina on the stairs. She was wearing a purple dress and had Roland on her hip. He was four and yet his mother still carried him like a little baby. Henry and Robin met us at the end of the steps. Henry was wearing a black tux and Robin wore a blue uniform. I adjusted Ari on my hip and took his arm. Regina adjusted Roland and took Henry’s arm. We walked into the dining room and took our seats.

         I put Arianna in her seat and fastened her pinafore in place. I then handed her a spoon and gave her a bowl of soup. She also was to get a bowl of soft meat and some pudding. After attending to Ari I set my mind on the food in front of me. I looked down at Henry and watched him eat with excitement. Robin was just as interested in his meal. Regina was persuading Roland to eat and I just stared at the food on my own plate.

         To my left was a glass of strawberry wine, next to the wine was a glass of peach lemonade. I had three forks and three spoons. On my plate were a slice of chicken, potatoes, leafy greens, and two rolls. I also had a bowl of clam chowder, a small salad and a delicious bowl of chocolate pudding. I began eating and soon into the meal I felt a bit sick. I couldn’t leave because Robin was about to toast.

“I would like to toast to my dear wife and queen, Zelena and the babe she grows in her womb. I’d like to toast to my dear wife Regina and the babe she grows in her womb. To my stepson Henry for being a strong elder brother and to my son Roland for obeying his mother and I would like to toast to my daughter Arianna for one day she’ll be a great queen. I’d like to toast to my two sons Isaac and Michael and may they forever rest in peace.”

         Robin finished and I helped Ari lift up her sippy cup in toast to her father’s kind words. I looked across and caught Regina’s attention. I motioned for her to take care of Arianna while I was gone. I didn’t want my daughter to miss her dinner because Mama was sick. I caught Robin’s attention and excused myself. I kissed Robin’s cheek and almost ran out of the great hall.

         I quickly marched up the steps and straight into my chambers. I slammed the door and ran across the room and into the room with the basin. I closed that door and bent over. After I was done vomiting I wiped my mouth and left the little room. I walked over to my wardrobe and selected a nice silk nightgown. I changed without the use of magic and got into bed. I could hear the music from the ballroom and knew that Regina and Robin had started the nightly dancing. How I loved to see Ari dance, she was a good dancer.

         I climbed into bed and lay on top of the covers. I rested my eyes for just a few moments. I dreamt of how I had unsuccessfully tried to reanimate Isaac. I placed my hand over my womb and felt the baby come to life for his or her nightly kicking.

“Mommy what are you doing in bed? Come down and dance with me?”

         I opened my eyes and saw Isaac standing in a blue suit. He wore a silly little grin and held a flower in his hand. I sat up and opened my mouth as to speak. I couldn’t utter a word. When I finally did speak the words came out hoarse and raspy.

“Isaac, you startled me.”

“I’m sorry Mommy.”

“I would love to come dance with you.”

         I stood up. Changed back into my ball gown and hoisted Isaac up on my hip, I hugged my son close for it had been two years. Isaac was perfectly preserved in time and as I placed the flower in my hair, memories came back to mind. After we had gotten down the flights of stairs I put him down and together we walked down the great hall and into the ballroom. Before, we entered the room I beckoned for the chambermaid to come close. She seemed startled to see her prince alive and not dead.

“Your Majesty, Isaac’s.”

“I know. Reanimation. Will you and the others go clean his room? Everything must be in its place. Act like he never left. Instruct the others to do so as well.”

“Yes Queen Zelena.”

         Isaac gripped my hand firmly and the guards opened the door. Regina and Robin were dancing. Roland and Arianna were playing around the throne. Henry sat on the throne reading and seemed to be very annoyed. As I entered with Isaac in tow the room seemed to stop moving as everyone just stared. Robin looked so happy to see his son alive and well. Roland ran up to his brother and hugged him tightly.

“Mommy I thought Roland was two?”

“No don’t you remember Isaac? You and Roland were born only two months apart.”

         Roland and Isaac began talking and playing as they once did. It would take some time getting used to the fact that now they were the same age. Now Arianna was officially a year older than Michael. Oh no, Michael.

“Look at him Robin, look at him go.”

“Zelena your boy grows fast.”

“Regina what about Michael? He’s only a year old.”

         The look on Regina’s face said it all. She quickly ran out of the ballroom with Ari trying to chase after her. I picked Arianna up and ran after Regina with a girl in my arms. When we reached the vaults I could hear crying and Regina’s eyes watered. I pushed open the door and found Michael standing up in his crib with a scared look on his face and crying.

“Mama, Mama, Mama, mama, mama!”

“It’s okay Michael, Mama’s here. Mama’s got you. Don’t cry baby sh. Sh.”

         Michael quieted down once he was in his Mama’s arms. She placed him against her chest and cried. She had wanted to hold her son close for two years and finally she had the chance. Two years she had wanted her son and two years later we both got our sons back. Regina officially could say that she had three children ranging in ages sixteen to one. I only had a four year old, a two year old and a new baby on the way. 

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