The Kingdoms Arrangement [H.S]

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***** Artemis' POV *****

We spent most of our honeymoon in bed, but we also spent a lot of it planning out our plan to take down Heinrich and his partners. At some points I could see Harry's anger turn into sadness and it made my heart break. We haven't talked much about his childhood but I know enough to have empathy towards him. Today is our last day at our cabin and tonight we'll begin our journey home. We plan on telling Kit and Hyacinthus our plan once we get back. "Harry?" I question as he begins to pack our suitcases very messily, I giggle and walk over to him and begin folding our clothes.

"Yes, love?" Harry smirks, and leans down to kiss the top of my head.

"You think we made a honeymoon baby?" I laugh but Harry stiffens.

"Um I- um." His cheeks blush and he looks away, and begins folding clothes along with me. What is he thinking about? Was I too forward?

"You want children right?" I ask, getting nervous.

"Of course I do! I want a bunch of little Harry and Arts running around!" He tickles my stomach as if there is already a baby in there. "I just do not want to bring a child into a world that my father is still living in." I look at him with a smile.

"I understand." I say seriously. "But we probably should have thought of that a week ago though." I laugh again, thinking about all we did this week.

"Yeah, too bad there isn't a way to not get pregnant." Harry laughs and I look at him with a serious face.

"Um Harry. Do you not know how a woman gets pregnant?" I give him a side-eye, wow he really is more oblivious to more than I thought.

"Uh yeah I am pretty sure what we did this week is how." Harry looks at me with a wide grin, and I can't help but roll my eyes. 

"No, I mean how the body works once the deed is over?" I ask.

"I guess I never was told? Because I have no idea what you are talking about." He says with a shy look on his face and I try not to laugh as I explain cycles, ovulation, and fertilization to a grown man.

The carriage to take us home pulls up and Harry goes to take the bags out while I make sure we did not forget anything and clean up the room a bit. After a few moments I hear a scream of pain that will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. I run outside and Harry is on his knees with his head in his hands and a note on the ground next to him. I rush to him and hold him while I pick the note up to read, the note is stained with his tears and I begin to read the words on the paper:

Kit has passed, he got much worse while you were gone but didn't want to worry you. The doctor said it was internal bleeding, nothing we could have guessed. I am sorry.