The Prince's Rose (H.S.)

The End

Harry watched as his wife knelt down to speak with the village children who had come to see them, smiling softly at how good she was with them. She was such a natural and it warmed his heart to imagine how she would be with their child who was due to arrive within the month. He noticed that she always kept one hand on her round belly, gently rubbing the child who had a habit of moving around quite a bit in her womb in attempt to calm him. She always teased him that their child was impatient like his father and constantly on the move.

It was true though. Since they became King and Queen of France there had been a lot more work for him to do, but he always made time for her no matter what. After all they were lovers first and to both of them that was the most important thing.

Despite all that happened Rosalie still found happiness in her life. She missed her father terribly, especially lately now that her memories were beginning to return to her, but she knew that wherever he was he was finally at peace. During the first year after his death she worried a lot about her mother, but in the end she found herself a humble duke who won her heart and her hand in marriage. They married shortly after Rosalie discovered she was pregnant so it was a happy time for all of them. A time of new beginnings and peace.

The child in her stomach kicked her particularly hard and she gasped softly, placing her hand over the spot where she had been kicked.

"Are you alright Queen Rosie?" One of the children asked her.

"Yes. The little one is just a little fiesty today. I'm afraid I must go rest now, but I'll see you all soon." She promised the children who pouted, disapppointed that their story time was cut short but they understood.

Rosalie looked back at her husband who was immediately by her side to help her back to her feet, giving her his arm to hold onto in order to keep her steady on their way back to the carriage. He helped her inside and sat beside her, gently kissing her cheek as he placed his arm around her waist.

"You should really be taking it easy from now on, love." He reminded her.

"I will not just sit around on my ass and do nothing for who knows how long until this baby comes." She argued.

Harry sighed and looked at his wife who gave her an equally stubborn expression. She had been having quite a troubling pregnancy. First she was dealing with horrible nausea and dizzy spells, then came the pain from her body shifting to make more room for their child, and now she was once again suffering from dizzy spells every once in a while. The doctor told her to take it easy but of course she didn't completely listen. She still went out to visit the village children twice a week to tell them stories and did some other work related things. It worried Harry but he knew it pissed her off when he showed any concern for the well being of her and their child. It actually caused quite the fight between them just a couple weeks ago.

*Two weeks ago*

"Rose, you really need to take it easy. The doctor said you have to rest. If you keep doing this it'll cause complications." Harry said, trying to reason with his wife as he blocked her way out of the bedroom.

"I'm fine, Harry! God, I'm not some helpless little girl and you can't keep me held prisoner in my own home! I had enough of that from Isaac and I can't breathe in here! I need to be outside." She argued.

"If you want to go outside then fine, but you shouldn't just take off without telling anyone. If something happens because you aren't taking this seriously th-"

"You think I'm not taking this seriously?" She asked as she looked up at him, the pain of his words evident in her eyes. "You think that I'm just being reckless and not taking it easy with every step I take? I'm constantly thinking of the well being of our child, Harry. It's the only thing on my mind every second of the day. I have to be a thousand times more careful and I'm constantly having to deal with triggers that bring back horrible memories, but I can't fully allow myself to feel them because I have to force them away to keep myself calm for our child. I'm sick and tired of you telling me that I don't care about our baby. I'm fully aware that if anything happens to this baby it's going to be my fault and that thought is terrifying enough. I don't need my own husband accusing me of not putting our child first."