Tale of The Unlikely Heroes

Chapter 9

Three months later the black haired princess struggled to reach up and grab a cookie. Watching Jones laughed at the five month pregnant princess before walking over, reaching up and grabbing the cookie for her.

"Here." Glaring at him she snatched it and nibbled on it

"Jones! Leave me alone I'm fine, besides you have a girlfriend to be with." She said indignant before nibbling some more on the cookie. Shaking his head he chuckled.

"Elora and Isabel would murder me if I didn't keep an eye on you, your as bad as me when it comes to trouble."

"I do just fine and I do not get into trouble I'm not a helpless child!' She exclaimed and turned away from him.

"You're pregnant so close enough." He stated. Turning she glared at him and tried to reach for another cookie before huffing and blowing the hair out of her face.

"Fine you win for now." she said resigning as he handed the princess another cookie. Walking passed him she wandered off to the confines of her room. Once in her room Arya sighed and sat down on the bed and looked around, her room didn't show much about her except her elven nature and her title as princess.

"How do you feel Arya?" Isabel asked as she walked in from the balcony, it had become her habit of staying with the elf in case she was having issues.

"Besides hurting I'm fine.....except for I can't do much without one of you three pestering me" She said and set her hands gently on her curving stomach.

"Well we all care and don't want you to get hurt...well more then you already will from the whole pregnancy." Isabel said flashing a meek smile. Closing her eyes Arya shivered a little

"Thanks so comforting" Laughing softly Isabel sat next to the princess and wrapped a blanket around her "Well I'm not going to lie and say it won't hurt."

Nodding Arya sneezed softly almost kitten like as she looked out at the snow outside. Glancing at the elf the blonde looked at the door.

"Just don't tell Jones..." She mumbled feeling Arya's forehead before laying her down and covering her.

"Elora? Can you co...." She started to say before the wolf padded in and looked between the two. Crouching down Isabel petted Elora between ears.

"Can you curl around Arya, she's getting sick and your warm so it should help." she whispered before the wolf flicked its tail and jumped up and curled around the small lump under the sheets. Sighing Isabel stood and walked out the door walking quickly as she passed Jones. Smiling he stopped her and hugged her gently as she giggled and hugged him back. Continuing down the hall Jones glanced around and tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"Gah why are those three making me wear these." He said before knocking on the door "Hey it's me I'm entering." Opening the door he stepped in before hearing a soft sneeze followed by a small coughing fit.

"What? Hey you're sick? See I told you if we took an eye off you it would be bad." He said and grabbed another blanket and threw it over her and Elora who growled as the fabric covered her.

"Dammit princess." He muttered before spreading another blanket over the bed as Elora's growl got louder

'JONES! You're going to suffocate me!' Said an angry voice in his head as a pressure surrounded his mind.

"Don't blame me. Blame Arya." He said pointedly before Elora said with amusement 'Jones calm it's just a cold.'

Glaring at the pile of blankets "She's pregnant for fucks sake!" he snapped. Peeking her head out Arya mumbled .

"Jones so what I'm pregnant. Now leave and let me rest." Shaking his head Jones crossed his arms as Isabel came in with tea and soup and set it on the night table next to the bed.

"You're pregnant so t...!" Cutting him off Isabel whispered. "Leave the poor girl be she's in pain, sick, and stressed let her rest." Turning to Arya she mumbled " Here's some tea and soup." Sitting down he mumbled.

"Fine but you're stuck with me until after you do your thing and you don't need to be watched." Sighing she shook her head and flipped over facing towards Elora as she snuggled into her and shut her eyes slowly drifting of into the darkness of sleep.