Love Agreement With The King

She screamed in pain, clenching her fists while she hold onto the window's handle. Her knees gave up making her lose her balance.

John speeded toward her right in time to carry her and spare her from a drastic fall. He pinned her down the bed and stared at her with a rebuke gaze.

Roselyn opened her mouth willing to explain to him her good intentions but her dizziness impeded her to say a word since she could barely keep her eyes open.

"What were you doing there?!" John asked, his voice was so furious and it thundered in the room so loud that for a second the wall seemed to shake. He gave her the usual dirty look, "drink!" he headed her the glass which she took with a shaky hand.

Roselyn didn't have the energy to complain nor to apologize she took a few sips of the water and closed her eyes while John tapped a wetted towel on her forehead.

"You're so stubborn, if our sons get that personality trail don't dare to say they got it from me," John whispered with a joking tone of voice while he continued to tap on her forehead and caress her cheeks meantime.

Roselyn breathed out a whisper, "as if you're not as stubborn."

John chuckled, "I indeed am, but you somehow beat me in that."

Roselyn only hinted at a smile before tilting her head to the side while she gathered her energy.

He then went to close the window Roselyn opened to prevent her from getting a cold.

When Roselyn woke up, about one hour later John was still by her side, holding her hand while she painted having another strong aching stroke.

John bit his tongue as she wanted to tell her that's what happened when she did efforts at the last month of pregnancy.

"Take deep breaths, it will be fine in a few minutes," John whispered to her while she squeezed his hand as strongly as she could.

In the following week, the cramps had intensified and John was seriously getting worried, was it a bad sign? Why didn't give birth yet when it was already almost 9 months.

He went to ask the doctors who told him many banshees had the same problem, it was because her body was getting ready to give birth, the more she had cramps the more she got closer to the fateful day.

That's when he asked them if there was any remedy or any medication he could give her to feel better since his powers to absorb her pain weren't working at all.

The doctors told him all they could do was pray and patiently wait.

On his way back home he lifted his chin to admire the beauty of the sky immersed in stars.

John took a few minutes to appreciate its allure.

He thought about Ethan and a veritable smile curved his lips.

"I miss you," John whispered as he kept his gaze up to the sky.

John closed his eyes to fully immerse in nature, he could feel the wind blowing his hair, he liked to imagine that was Ethan telling him he was there with him.

"If you can hear me please help Roselyn through her pregnancy. Help her to survive." John whispered, still lifting his chin to the sky whose stars glimmered and shined intensely.

"I miss you so much, I am sorry for having doubted you. I love you so much and always will. Thanks for being the best brother you could be." John said, he opened his eyes slowly and he smiled at the sky when he mentally pictured Ethan and him hugging in that forest.

He stayed there for a few more minutes and then, after smiling one last time and whispering his goodbyes he speeded back to Kratez.

John walked in and found Roselyn eating her soup as she sat on the chair nearer to her bed. When she finished her foot she took a few bites of bread and that was when she looked up to meet John's gaze. He was staring at her from the threshold, they both smiled in sync.

To stay close to her he had been practicing very little in the last months so he also lost some muscles yet he looked as charming as always.

However, he needed to rest after practicing obsessively for months in view of the battle against the snakes so he took advantage of the situation to take those months to rest and take care of Roselyn as much as he wanted to.

Roselyn dried her mouth with her tissue, when she was done eating John lifted her gently and then put her on the bed, covering her up with the sheets and tucking her in. She loved when he did that.

"Thank you, your highness." Roselyn thanked him in a soft suave voice while he caressed her cheek.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, her babies turned in sync and began to kick her. Roselyn unconsciously rolled her eyes, weren't they tired? Or didn't they have a bit of penalty for their mother?

Probably not since their kicking intensified.

Her back had been hurting for a few hours to the point that she could barely move, maybe walking wasn't a great idea. She changed her position on the bed since the back pain wouldn't stop. All of a sudden it was so intense that even breathing was hurting her.

A thriver ran through her spine reaching the stitching pain and she gritted her teeth.

"Are you fine?" John asked hearing Roselyn's grunts and complaints about the strong stabs and the paralyzed back.

Roselyn shook her head, no she wasn't fine, not at all.

John widened his eyes when he saw she broke her waters, the sheets she was laying on filled with water, and Roselyn understood what the sudden pain was due to.

"It's time," John whispered while he helped her to sit in a more comfortable position.

Roselyn crawled, she was starting to have contractions.

She narrowed her eyes to endure the pain.