Fic: Heart Breaking Miracle 7/7
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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.
Chapter 6
Heart Breaking Miracle
Chapter 7
*One year later*
It has been a blessed year for them all. The kingdom was peaceful, DG and Az had settled nicely into their roll at aunts to Miracle, Jeb was spoiling his little sister rotten whenever he got the chance, Ambrose and Cain had settled into their roles in their little family. Miracle had taken her first few shakes steps only a few days before and non one had ever seen her parents more excited or proud.
Now the one year old was sitting at the head of the table in a pretty dress staring in awe of the color changing candles that Ambrose had invented just for her. Miracle laughed in delight and tried to reach out and touch one of the small flames but Cain caught her pudgy hand before she could. Miracle pouted for a moment before Ambrose showed her how to blow out one of the smaller candles around the larger ‘1’ candle. Miracle’s eyes widened before she tried herself and squealed in delight when the biggest candle went out.
“Gin! Gin!” Miracle exclaimed pointed at the candle.
“Later Miracle, now it’s time to ear your cake,” Ambrose said with a smile.
“Eat!” After this exclamation Miracle dug her hands into her cake and then covered her face with it. Everyone around the table started to laugh as Ambrose tried to get her to stop and Cain started to pull the cake away from her. Before got the cake completely out of Miracle’s reach she grabbed a handful of the cake and threw it across the table hitting the Queen right in the face. All mouth’s dropped open, except for Miracle who still giggled. Ambrose picked up a napkin and rushed over to her.
“I’m so sorry your highness!” Ambrose apologized removing some of the cake from her cheek. DG snorted out a laugh and Ambrose sent her a light reprimanding look before the Queen started to laugh. “Your highness?”
“Its fine Ambrose, at this age I believe throwing cake… and covering their own face is a must,” the Queen laughed. With that said everyone else at the table started to laugh with her.
*Two years later*
DG smiled at Miracle and Skye, her and Jeb’s year old son, from over her sketchpad before she went back to her sketch. Since coming back to the O.Z. her artwork had improved more than she could have ever hoped for. The sketch she was currently working on of the two children playing in the mud almost looked like a photograph. From behind she heard approaching footsteps, a quick glance over her shoulder told her it was Ambrose and the slight frown on his lips told her he was not pleased that Miracle was currently covered in mud.
Before he could say anything to DG about stopping the children from getting so dirty Miracle looked up and saw him. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her “dada” and she got to her feet, after getting her balance she ran over to him and threw herself against his legs thoroughly covering that area of his pants in mud. Miracle smiled up at him and Ambrose could only smile back as he ran a hand over the only clean spot on her, the top of her head.
“Look dada! We make mud cake!” She exclaimed pointing at the mound in front of Skye.
“I see that, it’s a very…good looking cake. What’s it for?” He questioned. At that moment Skye picked up a stick and stuck it into the center of the mud cake.
“Birthday!” Both Miracle and Skye exclaimed with wide smile. DG started to giggle and clap while Ambrose could only laugh.
*Two years later*
“She’s plum tuckered out,” Cain murmured softly watching Ambrose tuck their sleeping daughter into her bed.
“Well she did have a big afternoon, all that playing and present opening would tire anyone out,” Ambrose answered brushing some of Miracle’s dark hair back from her face. Miracle licked her lips and snuggled under her blankets, pulling her new doll close.
“I can’t believe she’s five years old,” Cain said. “It just seems like yesterday when she threw cake in the Queen’s face.” Ambrose chuckled at the memory. He hummed the lullaby he sang to Miracle each night before she went to sleep before kissing her cheek goodnight. Ambrose laid a hand on Cain’s arm as he stood to leave the room.
“Coming to bed?” He questioned.
“In a few minutes,” Cain answered with a smile. Ambrose nodded and quietly left the room. Once Ambrose was gone Cain stepped closer to the bed and stared down at their beautiful little girl.
“Bir…thday…” Miracle murmured in her sleep before pulling her thumb into her mouth. Cain reached out and gently removed her thumb before leaning over and placing a light kiss to her temple.
“Goodnight sweet-pea,” he whispered.
*Five years later*
“Now don’t tense up, keep your elbow just a little slack. If you lock your elbow you might hurt yourself,” Jeb told his little sister as he watched her raise the pistol and aim for the target in the middle of the field.
Miracle had her long brown hair back in a braid but a few of strands had come free and whipped about her face in the breeze. Her blue eyes were intense with concentration as she aimed, cocked the hammer and then pulled the trigger. Her skirt moved just enough to reveal the riding pants underneath now and then. Once the bang and smoke from the gun had faded Jeb raised his eye piece and checked to see where the bullet had landed on the target. He gave Miracle a smile.
“Well well, very nearly a bull’s-eye little sister,” Jeb said with a smile.
“Really?!” Miracle exclaimed taking the eye piece from him to check for herself. When she saw he wasn’t lying she squealed and threw her arms around him in a powerful hug. Jeb laughed and hugged her back.
“You are getting much better Miracle.”
“Only because of you, father would die before he ever let me touch a gun,” Miracle replied.
“Well…” Jeb ran a hand through his blonde hair. “That’s true.” Miracle smiled and looked up at the sun, she gasped when she saw its lowering position.
“Jeb! What time is it?!” Jeb looked at the sun.
“Close to five I would say, why?”
“My party starts at sundown! Oh if I’m not there and ready on time Dad will kill me!” Miracle gave Jeb his gun back and ran for her horse. Jeb cursed under his breath for not remembering the events that night and for forgetting the time as he ran after her. They rode back as quickly as they dared to push their horses only slowing them as they came into the courtyard. Cain stood at the bottom of the steps waiting and Miracle bit her lip as she halted her horse.
“About time you come back sweet-pea, your dad has already been by twice checking to see if I had seen you,” Cain told her as he lifted her down.
“Sorry father, we lost track of time,” Miracle explained giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before running inside to get ready. Jeb dismounted and took the reins from Cain hoping to get out of the lecture he knew was forming in his father’s mind by taking the horses to the stable.
“Jeb.”
Jeb slowly turned to face his father. “Yes?”
“You know I don’t approve of you teaching Miracle how to shoot,” Cain stated.
“How…”
“I can smell the gunpowder on her.”
“Oh, but father…”
“I’m not going to stop these lessons.”
“…you’re not?”
“No, Miracle does need to know how to defend herself should the situation ever arise but be careful. If Ambrose finds out you’ll have to defend yourself to him,” Cain explained. Jeb smiled at his father.
“I’ll do that should the situation ever arise.”
A few hours later, after supper had been served and the dancing had started, Cain stood off to the side and watched Ambrose and Miracle glide across the dance floor. Miracle was ten years old today, he couldn’t believe it. It seemed just days ago that he found her in the rain, her sleeping in her crib, making mud pies with Skye… working her charms on them both to get what she wanted. He smiled at those memories and watching his love and daughter together now.
As Ambrose and Miracle danced closer at the end of the current song Cain stepped out onto the floor and tapped Ambrose on the shoulder. Ambrose looked over at him and smiled. Miracle beamed at her father, looking absolutely beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling, her brown hair done up neatly.
“May I cut in?” Cain questioned.
“Of course,” Ambrose answered stepping away. Miracle smiled even bigger at her father as a new song started and they began dancing around the floor.
“Happy birthday sweet-pea,” Cain told her.
And that is the completing chapter of "Heart Breaking Miracle". Thanks to everyone for the support along the way!
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.
Chapter 7
*One year later*
It has been a blessed year for them all. The kingdom was peaceful, DG and Az had settled nicely into their roll at aunts to Miracle, Jeb was spoiling his little sister rotten whenever he got the chance, Ambrose and Cain had settled into their roles in their little family. Miracle had taken her first few shakes steps only a few days before and non one had ever seen her parents more excited or proud.
Now the one year old was sitting at the head of the table in a pretty dress staring in awe of the color changing candles that Ambrose had invented just for her. Miracle laughed in delight and tried to reach out and touch one of the small flames but Cain caught her pudgy hand before she could. Miracle pouted for a moment before Ambrose showed her how to blow out one of the smaller candles around the larger ‘1’ candle. Miracle’s eyes widened before she tried herself and squealed in delight when the biggest candle went out.
“Gin! Gin!” Miracle exclaimed pointed at the candle.
“Later Miracle, now it’s time to ear your cake,” Ambrose said with a smile.
“Eat!” After this exclamation Miracle dug her hands into her cake and then covered her face with it. Everyone around the table started to laugh as Ambrose tried to get her to stop and Cain started to pull the cake away from her. Before got the cake completely out of Miracle’s reach she grabbed a handful of the cake and threw it across the table hitting the Queen right in the face. All mouth’s dropped open, except for Miracle who still giggled. Ambrose picked up a napkin and rushed over to her.
“I’m so sorry your highness!” Ambrose apologized removing some of the cake from her cheek. DG snorted out a laugh and Ambrose sent her a light reprimanding look before the Queen started to laugh. “Your highness?”
“Its fine Ambrose, at this age I believe throwing cake… and covering their own face is a must,” the Queen laughed. With that said everyone else at the table started to laugh with her.
DG smiled at Miracle and Skye, her and Jeb’s year old son, from over her sketchpad before she went back to her sketch. Since coming back to the O.Z. her artwork had improved more than she could have ever hoped for. The sketch she was currently working on of the two children playing in the mud almost looked like a photograph. From behind she heard approaching footsteps, a quick glance over her shoulder told her it was Ambrose and the slight frown on his lips told her he was not pleased that Miracle was currently covered in mud.
Before he could say anything to DG about stopping the children from getting so dirty Miracle looked up and saw him. Her eyes lit up at the sight of her “dada” and she got to her feet, after getting her balance she ran over to him and threw herself against his legs thoroughly covering that area of his pants in mud. Miracle smiled up at him and Ambrose could only smile back as he ran a hand over the only clean spot on her, the top of her head.
“Look dada! We make mud cake!” She exclaimed pointing at the mound in front of Skye.
“I see that, it’s a very…good looking cake. What’s it for?” He questioned. At that moment Skye picked up a stick and stuck it into the center of the mud cake.
“Birthday!” Both Miracle and Skye exclaimed with wide smile. DG started to giggle and clap while Ambrose could only laugh.
“She’s plum tuckered out,” Cain murmured softly watching Ambrose tuck their sleeping daughter into her bed.
“Well she did have a big afternoon, all that playing and present opening would tire anyone out,” Ambrose answered brushing some of Miracle’s dark hair back from her face. Miracle licked her lips and snuggled under her blankets, pulling her new doll close.
“I can’t believe she’s five years old,” Cain said. “It just seems like yesterday when she threw cake in the Queen’s face.” Ambrose chuckled at the memory. He hummed the lullaby he sang to Miracle each night before she went to sleep before kissing her cheek goodnight. Ambrose laid a hand on Cain’s arm as he stood to leave the room.
“Coming to bed?” He questioned.
“In a few minutes,” Cain answered with a smile. Ambrose nodded and quietly left the room. Once Ambrose was gone Cain stepped closer to the bed and stared down at their beautiful little girl.
“Bir…thday…” Miracle murmured in her sleep before pulling her thumb into her mouth. Cain reached out and gently removed her thumb before leaning over and placing a light kiss to her temple.
“Goodnight sweet-pea,” he whispered.
“Now don’t tense up, keep your elbow just a little slack. If you lock your elbow you might hurt yourself,” Jeb told his little sister as he watched her raise the pistol and aim for the target in the middle of the field.
Miracle had her long brown hair back in a braid but a few of strands had come free and whipped about her face in the breeze. Her blue eyes were intense with concentration as she aimed, cocked the hammer and then pulled the trigger. Her skirt moved just enough to reveal the riding pants underneath now and then. Once the bang and smoke from the gun had faded Jeb raised his eye piece and checked to see where the bullet had landed on the target. He gave Miracle a smile.
“Well well, very nearly a bull’s-eye little sister,” Jeb said with a smile.
“Really?!” Miracle exclaimed taking the eye piece from him to check for herself. When she saw he wasn’t lying she squealed and threw her arms around him in a powerful hug. Jeb laughed and hugged her back.
“You are getting much better Miracle.”
“Only because of you, father would die before he ever let me touch a gun,” Miracle replied.
“Well…” Jeb ran a hand through his blonde hair. “That’s true.” Miracle smiled and looked up at the sun, she gasped when she saw its lowering position.
“Jeb! What time is it?!” Jeb looked at the sun.
“Close to five I would say, why?”
“My party starts at sundown! Oh if I’m not there and ready on time Dad will kill me!” Miracle gave Jeb his gun back and ran for her horse. Jeb cursed under his breath for not remembering the events that night and for forgetting the time as he ran after her. They rode back as quickly as they dared to push their horses only slowing them as they came into the courtyard. Cain stood at the bottom of the steps waiting and Miracle bit her lip as she halted her horse.
“About time you come back sweet-pea, your dad has already been by twice checking to see if I had seen you,” Cain told her as he lifted her down.
“Sorry father, we lost track of time,” Miracle explained giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before running inside to get ready. Jeb dismounted and took the reins from Cain hoping to get out of the lecture he knew was forming in his father’s mind by taking the horses to the stable.
“Jeb.”
Jeb slowly turned to face his father. “Yes?”
“You know I don’t approve of you teaching Miracle how to shoot,” Cain stated.
“How…”
“I can smell the gunpowder on her.”
“Oh, but father…”
“I’m not going to stop these lessons.”
“…you’re not?”
“No, Miracle does need to know how to defend herself should the situation ever arise but be careful. If Ambrose finds out you’ll have to defend yourself to him,” Cain explained. Jeb smiled at his father.
“I’ll do that should the situation ever arise.”
A few hours later, after supper had been served and the dancing had started, Cain stood off to the side and watched Ambrose and Miracle glide across the dance floor. Miracle was ten years old today, he couldn’t believe it. It seemed just days ago that he found her in the rain, her sleeping in her crib, making mud pies with Skye… working her charms on them both to get what she wanted. He smiled at those memories and watching his love and daughter together now.
As Ambrose and Miracle danced closer at the end of the current song Cain stepped out onto the floor and tapped Ambrose on the shoulder. Ambrose looked over at him and smiled. Miracle beamed at her father, looking absolutely beautiful, her blue eyes sparkling, her brown hair done up neatly.
“May I cut in?” Cain questioned.
“Of course,” Ambrose answered stepping away. Miracle smiled even bigger at her father as a new song started and they began dancing around the floor.
“Happy birthday sweet-pea,” Cain told her.
And that is the completing chapter of "Heart Breaking Miracle". Thanks to everyone for the support along the way!
