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Rosentrot the Prim: Part Two

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News is quick to spread about Queen Primrose's pregnancy. All of the kingdom is in jubilation over the revelation, and already people are planning on welcoming the new heir to the kingdom. I am excited for my friends, having grown up with Rosso and Bianco, and coming love Primrose as family, how could I not be? But there is a part of me that holds a small sliver of doubt about the upcoming child. After all, Rosso and Bianco nearly split the kingdom due to their own differences.

This is a child conceived by both of them, and maybe Primrose will give birth to a son. As advisor to the palace, I have a great deal of grief over this issue. Taking care of Rosso all these years is one thing, and I'm not sure I can look after three of him.

But the more time I spend with Primrose, the more she makes me see the beauty of it. I never considered myself a child-rearing person, but the more I see of the baby clothes, the bassinets, and the joy on Primrose's face, the more I feel myself come to an awakening.

"Are you not afraid?" I ask Primrose one day.

"Oh, I am absolutely terrified," she says with a laugh. "But I know I have Rosso and Bianco with me at all times."

"That is what I mean," I reply with a sigh.

"Why, Yves," Primrose puts her hands on her burgeoning hips. "You're not worried history is going to repeat itself, are you?"

"Minutely, my queen." I bow my head down low. "I have known the brightest of days and the darkest of nights because of your husbands. I would hate for you to watch your own children split the kingdom in two." I chuckle. "And I would hate to mediate such a thing again."

"You did not have me with you before," Primrose says with a bright smirk. She lays her hand on my shoulder. "I am not one to let my children run about like monsters." She quickly glances around in case her mother-in-law is about, then looks back towards me. "I plan to raise this baby, or babies," she flinches, "knowing they have to consider others ahead of themselves."

"But aren't you scared of the future? You cannot know it, you cannot control it," I gasp.

"That's a baby," Primrose chuckles. "My main job is to make sure it gets to that point in one piece and well-loved. I cannot control it, I can only watch it blossom. Surely, you understand this, being with Rosenrot?"

"Roses are different," I sigh.

"But just as unpredictable," she shakes her head. "You can tend to your garden with all the knowledge and love in the world, yet there are things you still cannot account for." She furrows her brow. "Why do you ask, Yves? Has something come up?"

I sit back and hold my head in my hands. "All of Miror is all in an uproar for babies. Everywhere you look, they are celebrating it." I lift my head. "Blanchefleur and Alise have been talking about a family for ages, and now, I feel as though they are trying. It has made me question myself and what I want."

Primrose hums. "Well, what is the question? If you do not want babies, then do not have one simply because Miror has gone mad." She sits down beside me. "And if you do want one, do it because you want it and will love it." She places her hand on my back. "Have you discussed any of this with Rosenrot?"

I press my lips into a tight line. "They know something is troubling me, but they do not know what it is. I have been afraid to bring the subject up. I have no clue what their feelings on the matter are."

"Most Prim take this sort of thing very seriously, too," Primrose sighs. "Family is a big matter to them, not one that is talked about flippantly." She glances towards the windows, letting her long eyelashes catch in the sunlight. "It is best you talk to Rosenrot now. What they say may help your mind settle."