The Royal Enchantment {ON HOLD}

Chapter Nineteen

Eight months later...

After many months struggling to cope with her pregnancy, Isabela had finally found relief in providing new life - fear of not being a good mother weighed in her mind but quickly became insignificant thanks to her husband and her sisters especially. It took a long time for Isabela to cope with her pregnancy, but with the guidance of her mother, she was properly prepared for the arrival of her unborn child or children. 

On a warm sunny day, Isabela had been out tending to the outer appearance of her family home while her husband was outside the front of the house chopping wood. Upon catching up to what her husband was up to, Isabela leaned on her windowsill, staring heavily at the shirtless man heaving an axe down on small logs of wood on top of a tree stump. The black-haired woman sighed in admiration of his figure. 

Javier grunted as he cut another log of wood in half in one swing as he loosened his grip on the axe which had his shirt on it due to the avoidance of splinters. Through much strain, Javier took a moment from cutting logs and held the axe up vertically as his other hand used his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Isabela was so caught up staring at him that she was left unprepared for what he did next. 

Grabbing a nearby bowl of water left in the shade, Javier drank from half of it and poured the rest on his body, causing water to run down his body. Isabela couldn't refrain and bit her bottom lip as one hand left her head which left the other to hold it, the other went down to the extent of its reach and began to pull up on the front of her dress. Her hand reached under the fabric to her core where she began to please herself with the sight. 

For some strange reason, Javier decided to look around as he could feel a pair of eyes watching him. He so happened to catch his wife half paying attention as she pleasured herself without realising he was watching her. Her eyes were half open and she had her upper teeth biting down on her bottom lip to refrain moaning excessively loud. Javier himself found himself being turned on by the sight and cracked a smile. 

At that moment he decided to take a break from labouring, he noticed strange discolouration in his wife's face. In the middle of pleasuring herself, Isabela's relaxed expression became strained to the point she breathed heavily and rapidly. Upon realising what was going on, Javier sprinted up to his wife's room, calling for the aid and attendance of the Madrigal family. 

Everybody acted in haste as Julieta, Pepã, Javier and Alma all rushed to Isabela's room with hot towels and with a tub of warm water prepared. The four family members assisted Isabela as she struggled to delay the baby fighting to come out of her. In panic, Javier frantically askd for something he could do to help. He only wished he could relieve her of the pain.

"Push! Push, child, push!" Alma excited frantically as she held her grandchild's hand while her mother held the other whilst cradling her head. 

Isabela screamed in pain and threw her head back.

"Come on my love. Push with everything you got!" Javier encouraged.

Isabela glanced at him, her gaze lingered but for a few seconds before she put much effort into getting the child out. There was but brief relief from giving birth to her daughter when Isabela found herself enduring a second coming. Further excitement and panic arose as the women did their best to comfort Isabela as she provided Javier a second child, only for a third to come along right after the second.

"Triplets! What a miracle! We're abuela's, sister!" Pepã sighed as she cradled a baby in her arms.

Julieta was teary-eyed as she clung onto a child of her own, as did Javier. In pride, Javier helped his wife out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her as she was carried to her bed for rest.

"What are you going to name them, darling?" Julieta asked.

Isabela took a minute to compose and gather her breath.

"Two girls and a boy..." Javier muttered to himself.

"My babies... Salma, Valentina and Pedro." 

Alma let out a soft gasp in surprise that she had chosen such a fit and worthy name for her newborn son amongst his two sisters. Tears of happiness formed in the eyes of the eldest woman who looked down at the young girl laid in her bed. The door to the room was opened and the rest of the family flooded in. I'm awe everybody appraised Isabela and inquired about the three infants who were now in their mother's arms.

"La familia Madrigal."