Fic: Heart Breaking Miracle P/?
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elvenavariTitle: Heart Breaking Miracle
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avari_maethor
Summary: She was supposed to be a miracle, and she was his… but she was also a heart break.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash. Ambrose/Cain. Mpreg (Ambrose’s part).
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Note: Flashbacks are in italics
Heart Breaking Miracle
Prologue
Thunder rumbled through the clouds that covered the sky, soon those clouds would open up and rain would pour down. Normally those working in the palace would be preparing for the coming storm but that was not the case today. About two hours ago bloody sheets had been found in a hidden corner in the laundry rooms and since an all out search had been done over the palace to try and find the origin of the blood, since it was fresh and not dried.
The cloaked figure that stood in the shadows was thankful for the panicked confusion as it would be much easier to leave the palace. When the guards were changing shifts the figure made their move. Slipping into the city from the palace was very easy, very few took notice of the cloaked figure as they hurried home before the storm hit. Definitely no one noticed when the figure slipped into the alley between an abandoned building and the local orphanage.
Once the figure was sure no one was going to pass in front of the alley they pulled a small bundle from the folds of their cloak. The bundle admitted a small cry as the figure lay it on the boxes of the trash that would be taken by the trash men during the early morning hours. The figure reached out and stroked the baby’s cheek to quiet it.
“Shhh…” The figure whispered. The baby settled and the figure had to hold back a sob. It was not supposed to be this way. He was supposed to say that he wanted more children. After all the observing he had done of his lover with young children! He was supposed to say he wanted more children! That night just a few months ago…
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Ambrose sighed as he slipped into bed with Cain, he smiled as he shared a lazy kiss with his lover. Tonight was the night, tonight he would tell Cain about his experiment and how he was now close to five months along with their child. Their child, his and Cain’s, it sounded so right! But he had to work up to it; he didn’t want to give his lover a heart attack.
Cain rested his hand just below Ambrose’s ribs. Over the past couple of months Ambrose had been putting on a bit of weight and for that Cain was happy. He had always thought the scarecrow of a man was to skinny. Cain had gotten used to the fact that Ambrose was something of an insomniac, so it didn’t worry him as much as it had at first, when he woke and his lover was not there in the mornings.
“Cain…” Ambrose whispered.
“Yeah sweetheart?” Cain questioned softly, not opening his eyes.
“Have you ever thought about having more kids?” Now Cain blinked.
“What? You mean like adopting?”
“Yeah… like that,” Ambrose answered.
“I don’t know sweetheart… Jeb is pretty much grown; I don’t know how he’d feel about it.”
‘Translation: I don’t want anymore kids,’ Ambrose thought and he blinked quickly to stop the threatening tears. The baby kicked against Cain’s hand and Cain’s brows creased in confusion as he glanced down.
“What was that?” Cain questioned. Ambrose faked a rather convincing wince.
“Muscle spasm,” he answered. Ambrose pulled away as he pushed the covers back. “I’m going to walk it off. Do not wait up.”
“Are you sure sweetheart?” Cain asked sitting up.
“Yes, you have to be up in the morning, I do not… really.”
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Ambrose backed slowly out of the alley; lightning flashed and illuminated the tear tracks on his cheeks. Moments later the sky opened up and a small cry echoed through the night. Ambrose’s heart broke each time he heard the cry but he walked quickly back to the palace… now the only thing breaking his heart was the echo’s in his ears.
Chapter 1
Author:
avari_maethorSummary: She was supposed to be a miracle, and she was his… but she was also a heart break.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash. Ambrose/Cain. Mpreg (Ambrose’s part).
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Note: Flashbacks are in italics
Prologue
Thunder rumbled through the clouds that covered the sky, soon those clouds would open up and rain would pour down. Normally those working in the palace would be preparing for the coming storm but that was not the case today. About two hours ago bloody sheets had been found in a hidden corner in the laundry rooms and since an all out search had been done over the palace to try and find the origin of the blood, since it was fresh and not dried.
The cloaked figure that stood in the shadows was thankful for the panicked confusion as it would be much easier to leave the palace. When the guards were changing shifts the figure made their move. Slipping into the city from the palace was very easy, very few took notice of the cloaked figure as they hurried home before the storm hit. Definitely no one noticed when the figure slipped into the alley between an abandoned building and the local orphanage.
Once the figure was sure no one was going to pass in front of the alley they pulled a small bundle from the folds of their cloak. The bundle admitted a small cry as the figure lay it on the boxes of the trash that would be taken by the trash men during the early morning hours. The figure reached out and stroked the baby’s cheek to quiet it.
“Shhh…” The figure whispered. The baby settled and the figure had to hold back a sob. It was not supposed to be this way. He was supposed to say that he wanted more children. After all the observing he had done of his lover with young children! He was supposed to say he wanted more children! That night just a few months ago…
Ambrose sighed as he slipped into bed with Cain, he smiled as he shared a lazy kiss with his lover. Tonight was the night, tonight he would tell Cain about his experiment and how he was now close to five months along with their child. Their child, his and Cain’s, it sounded so right! But he had to work up to it; he didn’t want to give his lover a heart attack.
Cain rested his hand just below Ambrose’s ribs. Over the past couple of months Ambrose had been putting on a bit of weight and for that Cain was happy. He had always thought the scarecrow of a man was to skinny. Cain had gotten used to the fact that Ambrose was something of an insomniac, so it didn’t worry him as much as it had at first, when he woke and his lover was not there in the mornings.
“Cain…” Ambrose whispered.
“Yeah sweetheart?” Cain questioned softly, not opening his eyes.
“Have you ever thought about having more kids?” Now Cain blinked.
“What? You mean like adopting?”
“Yeah… like that,” Ambrose answered.
“I don’t know sweetheart… Jeb is pretty much grown; I don’t know how he’d feel about it.”
‘Translation: I don’t want anymore kids,’ Ambrose thought and he blinked quickly to stop the threatening tears. The baby kicked against Cain’s hand and Cain’s brows creased in confusion as he glanced down.
“What was that?” Cain questioned. Ambrose faked a rather convincing wince.
“Muscle spasm,” he answered. Ambrose pulled away as he pushed the covers back. “I’m going to walk it off. Do not wait up.”
“Are you sure sweetheart?” Cain asked sitting up.
“Yes, you have to be up in the morning, I do not… really.”
Ambrose backed slowly out of the alley; lightning flashed and illuminated the tear tracks on his cheeks. Moments later the sky opened up and a small cry echoed through the night. Ambrose’s heart broke each time he heard the cry but he walked quickly back to the palace… now the only thing breaking his heart was the echo’s in his ears.
