Arthur smiled. Joking was allowed. People could play with things. Maybe Michael thought he could play about this too. "Mike let's go to sleep. You must be tired". Michael's face changed. "Sleep?! Arthur did you not hear me? I am pregnant! I am carrying your baby! And you're telling me about sleep. I'm not sleeping. I am going to stand here until you hear me.""Mike what are you saying? And why are you shouting? I have two ears. And I am here standing in front of you tell me calmly what is happening."Michael took Arthur's hand. Taking it to his stomach. "This is your child. You placed him there.""You are serious?" Arthur asked now taking this whole thing very seriously. "Mike you can't joke with things like this""Would I really joke with something like this?! Don't you know me Arthur?" He pushed the king away from him. Turning to walk away only to be stopped by Arthur who held him from behind. "I'm sorry. Sorry that I am stupid. Sorry that I didn't believe you. Everythi
She was sure that her grandson was alright. He wouldn't be hurt by something so little. But she had to be sure. But even saw she had to check to make sure that truly everything was as it should with the little prince. She felt with her hands on Michael's stomach. Michael was biting at his finger nails. He bit his finger nails when he was nervous. As she had thought. Nothing was wrong with the baby. But she didn't say that to her son. "Do you see what you almost cost?!""What? Mom did I hurt him?" His eyes were blinking rapidly. His breathing going on overdrive. "Will he be okay? It's just been a week. ..will he-"Mona immediately regretted playing with her son like this. "Sorry dear. I was just making sure you won't do it again. You might not get this lucky next time. ""So he's fine?""Yes as healthy as can be."Michael threw a cookie to his mother's direction. "Mona don't do that! What if I had a heart attack here?" He brushed his not yet visible stomach. Glad th
Michael heard the screams upstairs. The midwives were there with Riya. Arthur continued to wrap Michael into his arms as they cuddled on the bed. "Arthur your wife is in labour" he reminded. "So?""What do you mean so? She is your wife. She is giving birth to your son. Your heir. The heir to the kingdom. You should be there."Arthur kissed Michael's neck. "Too kind. "Michael did not understand people telling him this. He wasn't kind just sensitive to things that happened around him."That woman has midwives looking after her she is going to be fine. Plus I married her because she is strong enough not to die in childbirth."Michael breathed holding his stomach. "Auh..hn""What is wrong?" Arthur asked quickly. Worry on his features. He and Michael sat up on bed. Michael held his hand. "Arthur call my mother.""What is happening? Are you okay?"'Ahh!" Michael screamed again. Squeezing Arthur's hand. "Call my mom! "Mona was a midwife. Michael didn't want anyone else helping
Two months later..."Garry my beautiful baby." Michael kissed the baby on his arms. As Arthur presented them to the crowd of people that came to witness this. "It's been long overdue. Too bad it took me almost dying and getting married to a sea witch to realize that I had everything I needed right next to me. My everything. My husband. And my co-king. I love you Michael." Yet again he made Michael blush without even trying. "I do not care about your opinions on the matter. All I wanted to address is that this man right here. This special gift that the gods have given me gave me a son. An heir. Your future king." The people went silent. Listening to their king's words. None spoke anything. Some had already accepted it. That this was how their kingdom would be now. It would be run by two kings. And that was that. But others were still stubborn stuck in the old ways as if they would help them move ahead in life. But nonetheless no one stopped the king's speech. "I give
Bang! The beating now didn't even have feeling to Harty now. He was used to it. His father's leather belt was just like one of his own now. Every lash that used to make him cry out in pain now felt like a pain that would eventually go away. He endured some more of the lashes. Not really paying attention how many they were. His father Oscar Declan was upset because yet another wife left him. Now he was unleashing all his frustrations on his son like always. "It is your fault! It has always been your fault!" He threw out insults like this all the time. "If you hadn't killed your mother I would be happy now!"Harty's mother died during childbirth. His father has always blamed him for it. As if he was at fault. As if he had something to do with his birth. It was not his fault his mother couldn't live longer than a few hours after his birth. It is not his fault that his father had to raise him himself. It's not his fault that every marriage after that has been nothing but a n
Harty looked at Justin. "I love you". He didn't plan this. He didn't even know that he would say it. But his mouth had just opened and it had just gotten him off guard by just saying one of his great desires like that. Just as if they weren't locked inside his heart for such a long time that even if he had to look for them to time to time. But today they escaped him so freely. They must have been tired of being suppressed and shut down every time they wanted to be let out. Now he had told the one he loved that he loved him. How would Justin take this? Justin didn't make any reactions. Making Harty continue. "I have loved you since a very long time now. Seeing Michael and the king has just made me angry that I can't have what they have. I'm jealous. I also want to-" he stopped himself from continuing. This was his best friend. The one who always had his back. How could he do this? How could he say such things. Right? No. This was wrong. Wrong to put Justin in such a situ
Justin watched Harty as he slept. He seemed so peaceful even though he was sleeping on the floor. The cold floor that Justin wished he could replace with a bed. But he couldn't change anything now. It was already done.They had already joined. United in every way possible. Justin kissed Harty's sleeping forehead. "I love you so much." He wasn't kidding about not wanting him to go away from him. He wanted to keep Harty safe. With him. Forever. He wanted Oscar Declan to be permanently out of the picture. He wanted Harty to never be hurt by that man whether physically or emotionally. But of course Harty is stubborn. Justin does not know how many times he had asked him to just finally agree to live with him only for a little while. Every time he refused. Telling Justin that his father would always be his father no matter what. It infuriated Justin because every time Harty said that he looked like he had given up. As if he was believing his father's words more and
A baby. A small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket was in Harty's arms. Harty looked at the baby. Smiling from ear to ear. He could feel himself so overjoyed. "My baby" he kissed the baby's forehead. Only to feel a warm touch on his face. A kiss on his cheek. A kiss he found out he was given by the one he loved. Justin who was equally smiling looking at both the baby and Harty. "Our baby love"Harty was about to say something. To reply to Justin but he couldn't because everything disappeared. Going back to the darkness of sleep. It was a dream. Again! Harty groaned angry. As he opened his eyes sitting up on his bed. He didn't understand why his mind could be so cruel to him. Showing him such things. Oh why?He knew this could never happen. He could never conceive. Never have a baby. Never with his Justin.Yes they might have been in love. Yes they might have been in love for a while now but that didn't mean anything.Justin still was married. To a woman that Harty k