Fic: Heart Breaking Miracle 4/7?
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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: This whole chapter is a continuation of all the flashbacks, including new ones. Fillers to the missing pieces of the story that everyone wanted. Not the true chapter everyone was looking forward to but needed.
Chapter 3
Heart Breaking Miracle
Chapter 4
Cain placed his hat on his head and made sure his coat was straight before he looked towards the bathroom. Five minutes ago Ambrose had went in there to was his face and put his shirt on, usually it only took him about three minutes so Cain know his lover was having one of his few and far between glitch’s.
“Almost ready Sweetheart?” He questioned.
“Um… yeah…” Was the answer he received and a smile tugged at his lips. Cain came to stand in the bathroom doorway to watch Ambrose finish what he was doing.
Ambrose had an arm in one of the sleeves of his shirt, the other was wrapped around his waist and he was trying to button the shirt up. Cain could see by the expression in the mirror that Ambrose was getting frustrated. Before his lover tore his shirt Cain walked up behind him and stilled his hands. Ambrose let out a sigh and Cain kissed his shoulder as he undid the buttons, helped Ambrose’s free arm into the other sleeve before he fastened the buttons correctly.
“Thanks Cain,” Ambrose said with a smile.
“Any time Sweetheart,” Cain answered. “Ready to head to the orphanage to make this appearance for the Queen?”
“Yes Sir!” Cain chuckled as Ambrose gave him a mock salute. Ten minutes later they were riding out into in the city.
---
“The Queen wishes that the children have everything they need while under your care. Is there anything you need to help keep the children happy?” Ambrose asked one of the caretakers of the orphanage. He listened and nodded, writing down the more important things first. He was about to ask another question…
“Stick ‘em up mister!”
Ambrose’s attention went out to the playground where Cain had been talking to some of the older kids. He had to hold in a laugh because now his lover, head of the tin men, was being held up by a seven year old. Cain had his hands up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The little red headed boy glared up at Cain past his toy pistol, his arms rigid.
“Mryan!” The caretaker exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, he knows better than this.”
“It’s alright,” Cain stated as he kneeled down so that he was eye level with Mryan. The little boy’s eyes widened and he quickly brought his pistol back to being level with Cain’s forehead. “Could I give you some advice, head of tin men to a future captain?”
Mryan’s eyes widened further and his pistol lowered a bit. “I-I could be a captain of the tin men?” He questioned.
“It’ll take a lot of work but with a good shot it’s very possible,” Cain answered. “Here let me show you…” Ambrose smiled as he watched his lover. Cain was so good with children; Ambrose would have loved to seen him with Jeb when the boy was young… Ambrose’s eyes widened then, a child… his and Cain’s child. He was a great inventor, he could do this! Cain would love a child.
---
Months had passed since then and Ambrose had spent those months researching, planning and gathering the chemicals he would need. He spent hours locked away in his lab, skipped meals and lost hours of sleep. Cain and his other friends were worried he knew, but this was important.
---
Cain was determined, Ambrose had missed lunch again and whatever this project he was working on was not worth it. Cain didn’t care how much whatever it was could help the O.Z. He went to the kitchens and did his best to sweet talk the head cook into preparing a separate meal for he and Ambrose that night. After an hour of sweet talking Cain left the kitchen with a smile.
---
Hours later Cain drug Ambrose from his lab. His lover protested the whole way until he saw the table and spread that had been prepared on the balcony of their room. Cain could have sworn that there were tears in his Sweetheart’s eyes. Ambrose turned and hugged him, they slowly danced and swayed around the room before sitting down to enjoy their supper.
---
The moon was halfway across the sky when Ambrose sat up and looked down at Cain’s sleeping form. Cain was absolutely wonderful. A determined look entered Ambrose’s eyes, this way why he wanted to have Cain’s child, he wanted to share this love with their child. Ambrose leaned down and kissed Cain’s shoulder before climbing out of bed. He didn’t notice or feel those blue eyes on himself as he left the room.
---
It had been almost a year and a half since Ambrose had decided he wanted to have Cain’s baby. In that year and a half he had researched, gathered chemicals, interviewed women who had had children and some of the younger maids who were expecting about the things they went through. After all this he had spent three days locked in his lab carefully measuring out chemicals and even more carefully mixing them. All this studying had him excited enough to almost drink the mixture as soon as he had completed the mixing of the chemicals. However, being an experienced inventor he knew he should test the mixture first. This is where the two male mice came into play.
Ambrose fed one of the male mice a dose of the mixture he had made. For hours he observed the mouse’s reaction, there seemed to be extreme pain but no sign of death. Once the mouse had stopped squeaking Ambrose smiled and fed them both their supper. He would give this mouse a day of rest before turning the other male mouse in with it. His own stomach grumbling Ambrose left his lab to go raid the kitchen’s since it was long past the time the rest of the palace ate… or even fell asleep for that matter.
The next day Ambrose turned the other male mouse in with the one he had given the mixture to. Now it was just a matter of waiting and seeing if this mixture really and truly worked. After a week Ambrose separated the mice once more and tested the mixture mouse, to his immense excitement the test showed that the mixture worked. Being the careful inventor however, Ambrose waiting one week and tested the mouse again. Once more the test proved to be positive and Ambrose knew it had worked. With a smile Ambrose went to his second dose of mixture and taking the cork off the top he brought the vial to his lips and drank.
---
Hours later Cain found his lover unconscious in his lab. To worried about Ambrose, he failed to notice the empty vial that had rolled a few inches away from Ambrose’s hand. He never thought Ambrose would try an experiment on himself, he figured his lover was just unconscious from exhaustion. For the next couple of weeks Cain refused to let Ambrose out of bed, even going as far as getting the Queen to order the advisor to rest. To his surprise Ambrose didn’t really put up that much of a fight, he protested some but then agreed to the orders and promptly fell asleep.
“Something isn’t right,” Cain thought.
---
Two months after drinking the mixture he had invented Ambrose experienced his first morning of morning sickness. Unlike most who dreaded this occurrence that came with pregnancy Ambrose was excited. He was also glad Cain was gone on a training trip with some young tin men, had his lover been there he would have been worried out of his mind. A quick trip to his lab and a test confirmed his suspicions.
Ambrose was pregnant with Wyatt Cain’s child.
---
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 had talked to the women who had had children before, they had told him how much pain they had gone through but… giving birth was apparently something you had to experience for yourself before you really appreciated. Ambrose laid his head back against the edge of the tub as he removed the piece of leather from his mouth, sweat had already started to break out on his body and he had only been in labor for an hour.
“Thank Ozma I made silencers for my lab… I’m going to need them…” He thought.
Ambrose had been amazed that the mixture he had created not only created a way for the baby to be born naturally but once the baby, or babies in his pet mouse’s case, the created way had healed up as if it had never been there. The memory was cut off as a new contraction seized his body. Ambrose placed the piece of leather back between his teeth and bit into it hard. Gods he wanted Cain…
---
Ten hours after the first contraction Ambrose fell back against the side of the tub panting, the edges of his vision darkening just a bit… but the strong cries of his baby filled the air and he smiled. Pushing the darkness back Ambrose sat up, cut the cord, making sure that both ends were secured and then cleaned his baby. Once the baby was wrapped in a warm blanket he had waiting and was resting among a clean pile of towels he stood on wobbly legs. It was time to make sure everything was cleaned up, the sheets would have to be hidden, just giving them over to the women that did the laundry would raise to many unwanted questions.
There was too much to do, rest would have to come later… once he had disposed of his baby. Ambrose almost collapsed against the sink as he let out a sob. His baby… he was about to kill his baby…
---
Cain was… frustrated, to say the least. He had barely seen Ambrose in the past two months. The advisor had basically hidden himself away in his lab during the day, only coming to bed extremely late after Cain had already fallen asleep and left the next morning before Cain woke. Each time Cain had tried to go find his lover something came up and his course was changed away from the lab. Now he was two feet from the lab… two feet! That was when a rookie guard found him.
“Sir! Your must come quickly!”
“It can wait,” Cain stated.
“But Sir…”
“It can wait.”
“It really can’t Sir, a set of bloody sheets were found in the laundry, they don’t know where the blood came from. The Queen is calling for an all out search of the castle and the city,” the guard explained. Cain growled, looking almost longingly at the door to Ambrose’s lab, before turning away to follow the guard.
Within the following twenty minutes Cain was filled in on the story of the bloody sheets. Apparently the dampness of the laundry room had caused enough condensation under the sheets for a rather large puddle of bloody water to form, attracting attention to the often over looked corner. A chorus of screams from the women who did the laundry had followed the discovery. Now an all out search had been started inside the castle and in the city for the cause of the blood sheets.
---
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.
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 5
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: This whole chapter is a continuation of all the flashbacks, including new ones. Fillers to the missing pieces of the story that everyone wanted. Not the true chapter everyone was looking forward to but needed.
Chapter 4
Cain placed his hat on his head and made sure his coat was straight before he looked towards the bathroom. Five minutes ago Ambrose had went in there to was his face and put his shirt on, usually it only took him about three minutes so Cain know his lover was having one of his few and far between glitch’s.
“Almost ready Sweetheart?” He questioned.
“Um… yeah…” Was the answer he received and a smile tugged at his lips. Cain came to stand in the bathroom doorway to watch Ambrose finish what he was doing.
Ambrose had an arm in one of the sleeves of his shirt, the other was wrapped around his waist and he was trying to button the shirt up. Cain could see by the expression in the mirror that Ambrose was getting frustrated. Before his lover tore his shirt Cain walked up behind him and stilled his hands. Ambrose let out a sigh and Cain kissed his shoulder as he undid the buttons, helped Ambrose’s free arm into the other sleeve before he fastened the buttons correctly.
“Thanks Cain,” Ambrose said with a smile.
“Any time Sweetheart,” Cain answered. “Ready to head to the orphanage to make this appearance for the Queen?”
“Yes Sir!” Cain chuckled as Ambrose gave him a mock salute. Ten minutes later they were riding out into in the city.
“The Queen wishes that the children have everything they need while under your care. Is there anything you need to help keep the children happy?” Ambrose asked one of the caretakers of the orphanage. He listened and nodded, writing down the more important things first. He was about to ask another question…
“Stick ‘em up mister!”
Ambrose’s attention went out to the playground where Cain had been talking to some of the older kids. He had to hold in a laugh because now his lover, head of the tin men, was being held up by a seven year old. Cain had his hands up, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The little red headed boy glared up at Cain past his toy pistol, his arms rigid.
“Mryan!” The caretaker exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, he knows better than this.”
“It’s alright,” Cain stated as he kneeled down so that he was eye level with Mryan. The little boy’s eyes widened and he quickly brought his pistol back to being level with Cain’s forehead. “Could I give you some advice, head of tin men to a future captain?”
Mryan’s eyes widened further and his pistol lowered a bit. “I-I could be a captain of the tin men?” He questioned.
“It’ll take a lot of work but with a good shot it’s very possible,” Cain answered. “Here let me show you…” Ambrose smiled as he watched his lover. Cain was so good with children; Ambrose would have loved to seen him with Jeb when the boy was young… Ambrose’s eyes widened then, a child… his and Cain’s child. He was a great inventor, he could do this! Cain would love a child.
Months had passed since then and Ambrose had spent those months researching, planning and gathering the chemicals he would need. He spent hours locked away in his lab, skipped meals and lost hours of sleep. Cain and his other friends were worried he knew, but this was important.
Cain was determined, Ambrose had missed lunch again and whatever this project he was working on was not worth it. Cain didn’t care how much whatever it was could help the O.Z. He went to the kitchens and did his best to sweet talk the head cook into preparing a separate meal for he and Ambrose that night. After an hour of sweet talking Cain left the kitchen with a smile.
Hours later Cain drug Ambrose from his lab. His lover protested the whole way until he saw the table and spread that had been prepared on the balcony of their room. Cain could have sworn that there were tears in his Sweetheart’s eyes. Ambrose turned and hugged him, they slowly danced and swayed around the room before sitting down to enjoy their supper.
The moon was halfway across the sky when Ambrose sat up and looked down at Cain’s sleeping form. Cain was absolutely wonderful. A determined look entered Ambrose’s eyes, this way why he wanted to have Cain’s child, he wanted to share this love with their child. Ambrose leaned down and kissed Cain’s shoulder before climbing out of bed. He didn’t notice or feel those blue eyes on himself as he left the room.
It had been almost a year and a half since Ambrose had decided he wanted to have Cain’s baby. In that year and a half he had researched, gathered chemicals, interviewed women who had had children and some of the younger maids who were expecting about the things they went through. After all this he had spent three days locked in his lab carefully measuring out chemicals and even more carefully mixing them. All this studying had him excited enough to almost drink the mixture as soon as he had completed the mixing of the chemicals. However, being an experienced inventor he knew he should test the mixture first. This is where the two male mice came into play.
Ambrose fed one of the male mice a dose of the mixture he had made. For hours he observed the mouse’s reaction, there seemed to be extreme pain but no sign of death. Once the mouse had stopped squeaking Ambrose smiled and fed them both their supper. He would give this mouse a day of rest before turning the other male mouse in with it. His own stomach grumbling Ambrose left his lab to go raid the kitchen’s since it was long past the time the rest of the palace ate… or even fell asleep for that matter.
The next day Ambrose turned the other male mouse in with the one he had given the mixture to. Now it was just a matter of waiting and seeing if this mixture really and truly worked. After a week Ambrose separated the mice once more and tested the mixture mouse, to his immense excitement the test showed that the mixture worked. Being the careful inventor however, Ambrose waiting one week and tested the mouse again. Once more the test proved to be positive and Ambrose knew it had worked. With a smile Ambrose went to his second dose of mixture and taking the cork off the top he brought the vial to his lips and drank.
Hours later Cain found his lover unconscious in his lab. To worried about Ambrose, he failed to notice the empty vial that had rolled a few inches away from Ambrose’s hand. He never thought Ambrose would try an experiment on himself, he figured his lover was just unconscious from exhaustion. For the next couple of weeks Cain refused to let Ambrose out of bed, even going as far as getting the Queen to order the advisor to rest. To his surprise Ambrose didn’t really put up that much of a fight, he protested some but then agreed to the orders and promptly fell asleep.
“Something isn’t right,” Cain thought.
Two months after drinking the mixture he had invented Ambrose experienced his first morning of morning sickness. Unlike most who dreaded this occurrence that came with pregnancy Ambrose was excited. He was also glad Cain was gone on a training trip with some young tin men, had his lover been there he would have been worried out of his mind. A quick trip to his lab and a test confirmed his suspicions.
Ambrose was pregnant with Wyatt Cain’s child.
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 had talked to the women who had had children before, they had told him how much pain they had gone through but… giving birth was apparently something you had to experience for yourself before you really appreciated. Ambrose laid his head back against the edge of the tub as he removed the piece of leather from his mouth, sweat had already started to break out on his body and he had only been in labor for an hour.
“Thank Ozma I made silencers for my lab… I’m going to need them…” He thought.
Ambrose had been amazed that the mixture he had created not only created a way for the baby to be born naturally but once the baby, or babies in his pet mouse’s case, the created way had healed up as if it had never been there. The memory was cut off as a new contraction seized his body. Ambrose placed the piece of leather back between his teeth and bit into it hard. Gods he wanted Cain…
Ten hours after the first contraction Ambrose fell back against the side of the tub panting, the edges of his vision darkening just a bit… but the strong cries of his baby filled the air and he smiled. Pushing the darkness back Ambrose sat up, cut the cord, making sure that both ends were secured and then cleaned his baby. Once the baby was wrapped in a warm blanket he had waiting and was resting among a clean pile of towels he stood on wobbly legs. It was time to make sure everything was cleaned up, the sheets would have to be hidden, just giving them over to the women that did the laundry would raise to many unwanted questions.
There was too much to do, rest would have to come later… once he had disposed of his baby. Ambrose almost collapsed against the sink as he let out a sob. His baby… he was about to kill his baby…
Cain was… frustrated, to say the least. He had barely seen Ambrose in the past two months. The advisor had basically hidden himself away in his lab during the day, only coming to bed extremely late after Cain had already fallen asleep and left the next morning before Cain woke. Each time Cain had tried to go find his lover something came up and his course was changed away from the lab. Now he was two feet from the lab… two feet! That was when a rookie guard found him.
“Sir! Your must come quickly!”
“It can wait,” Cain stated.
“But Sir…”
“It can wait.”
“It really can’t Sir, a set of bloody sheets were found in the laundry, they don’t know where the blood came from. The Queen is calling for an all out search of the castle and the city,” the guard explained. Cain growled, looking almost longingly at the door to Ambrose’s lab, before turning away to follow the guard.
Within the following twenty minutes Cain was filled in on the story of the bloody sheets. Apparently the dampness of the laundry room had caused enough condensation under the sheets for a rather large puddle of bloody water to form, attracting attention to the often over looked corner. A chorus of screams from the women who did the laundry had followed the discovery. Now an all out search had been started inside the castle and in the city for the cause of the blood sheets.
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.
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.
