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Wedding Bells and Laughing

Children

Tewkesbury are to be married. When everyone in their country finally found out that the young lord had proposed, they all celebrated.

To this day, they never expected to have a lot of people crowding Basilwether just to witness their not-so-young Marquess marry the famous Y/N.

Oh how delighted their mothers are. They even started calling each other sister. They've been busy for the past few months planning their children's wedding. Picking decorations, desserts and clothes here and there until the day finally came knocking on their doors and chiming their bells.

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Y/N stood there in front of the mirror with herself all pretty and dressed. She felt . . . perfect. Her life at this point seems and feels perfect. Everything is okay now.

No one's going to try to kill her or any of her companions anymore.

She and Enola have finally gotten their mothers to stay.

Guineviere is awake.

She's going to marry Tewkesbury. The only idiot that seemed to have caught her off-guard.

She smiled and chuckled. She's excited to start a life with him.

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" . . . I present to you the Marquess and Marchioness of Basilwether, Lord Viscount Tewkesbury and his lady, Y/N L/N!"

With that, the crowd cheered. The Queen has been the one to marry them off. She was happy to welcome Y/N to the nobility knowing she'll be a great leader.

All of Basilwether rejoiced their new Marchioness and prayed for her long life.

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It's been 3 months and Y/N and her allies created a secret council that none of the nobilities or any of the ordinary ones knew. It's the council where they talk about their votes for the reform.

Guineviere and Lord Leucrion married just a month ago and Enola and Casius are engaged. Lord Barron remarried a new woman that he's a sucker for. Lord Allistair also did and Lord Theron finally had a son whom he named James for no reason, arguing,

"What's in a name?"

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Just a week after that, Y/N found out she was- well, pregnant. She didn't know how to tell Tewkesbury about it, but it was extremely nerve-wracking news. She spent hours crying in the bedroom they both share, all anxious and scared that the Marquess might not want a baby at such an early time.

They've only been married for four months!

The woman who checked on her, stood up with a sigh. "You should tell the lord about it. You are indeed pregnant. Probably for a week now. I'm sure he'd love to hear the news."

"But we've only been married for four months." Y/N argued.

"He loves you very much. I doubt he wouldn't like it at all."

With that, she left. A few minutes later, the young lord walked in on a distressed Y/N who was lying on the bed in a starfish position.

"And why does my wife look so distressed?" he asked and furrowed his eyebrows. The young man joined her on the bed and kissed her lips.

She groaned and kissed back. Once they pulled away, he let out a breath. "What did the doctor say?"

She didn't answer. The young woman looked at her husband and pursed her lips. "She said I'm ill." Y/N omitted.

"That's all?" he asked.

It took her a while to answer which made it suspicious. Tewkesbury held her hand, "What did she say? You can tell me anything, Y/N."

She pulled her hand back and stood up from her bed. "Promise me you won't get mad." She said and looked at him with searching eyes.

"I promise."

Y/N then took a deep breath and looked away, her eyes watery and on the verge of crying.

"I " she choked on her tears. "I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed and came running straight into Tewkesbury's arms who seemed to be stunned by this news.

He couldn't move for a second as he finally looked at the weeping girl. "I'm going to be a father . . . " he whispered.

"I'm going to be a father!" he exclaimed happily.

"We're going to be parents!" he added.

With that, he hugged her tightly and kissed her countlessly on random parts of her face. She couldn't help but giggle. "You're not mad?" she asked.

"Why would I be?" Tewkesbury asked.

"I- I don't know." She replied. He hummed. "I love you. This is great news, baby. We're going to be parents. Can you believe it?" he asked and kissed both her eyelids.

"You're going to be the best mum."

"And you, the best dad."

"Just imagine a tiny version of us running around the halls while our maids chase him."

"Him?"

"What? It's not bad to hope."

"You are such a dork!"

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Months passed, the baby started kicking which made Tewkesbury panic everytime.

"Oh, my God! What should I do? Is it coming?!" he asked, screaming.

"No, you idiot! It's just saying hi by kicking."

"Oh . . . " he leaned his ear on your bump. "Hello!" he cheerfully greeted like a child until he got kicked on the head by the baby.

"Ow!"

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"More food please," Y/N mumbled, pouting at her husband who literally has every dish in the estate just there in the room.

"What?" he asked in disbelief, glancing at the dishes in the room.

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"I'm going to puke!" L/N shouted and headed to the bathroom, vomiting back all the food she ate.

"Are you okay?!" she heard from the other side of the door.

"Am I?!"

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"I don't remember saying that. What are you talking about?!"

"Okay, temper and forgetfulness. Gotta watch out."

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"I'm ugly now." Y/N cried in front of the mirror. Tewkesbury hugged her from the back and kissed her cheek.

"You're beautiful."

"But look at my dark circles! Look at my face. I'm just-" she turned around and cried on her husband's chest.

"You're a goddess."

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Y/N attended Enola's wedding and by the time they left, her water broke just in front of the Basilwether entrance. Tewkesbury's mother was the one who opened the door.

Her eyes widened.

"Uhhh. Did I just — " Y/N tittered and looked down to the floor. "Pee?"

"Ohhh no. Y/M/N! Y/N's going to give birth!" with that Tewkesbury's face went pale. He looked at his wife, his mouth wide open.

"Wait . . . I am?" she asked, completely unaware. "I thought it's going to be at least 12 hours after I pee like that?"

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A few hours later (5:36 AM) in the infirmary bed, contractions started happening. Y/N screamed, waking Tewkesbury and everybody else up.

She grabbed his hand and held it tight, almost crushing his bones.

"What the hell am I giving birth to? A whole planet?!"

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After a few pushes and piercing screams later, Tewkesbury and Y/N finally heard a cry of a baby. Tired and exhausted, L/N closed her eyes to take a break. Her forehead and hair was wet from all the sweat.

She heard muffled voices and a static ringing in her ears. 'It's hot in here', she thought.

The young woman opened her eyes and saw the crying baby. She let out a happy and cheery breath.

Tewkesbury caressed the girl's shoulder and looked at her with a proud smile on his face. "You're so strong, Y/N," he whispered in her ear. "I'm the luckiest man on Earth."

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"Here's your precious bundle of joy, Lord and Lady!" The midwife cheered happily as she handed Tewkesbury the sleeping little baby in his arms.

"A beautiful little girl." She added.

"Just like her mother."

"Damn right." Y/N said.

"What'll we name her?" he asked.

" insert child's name "

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The Marquess and Marchioness of Basilwether then continued with their lives, having changes in the lands they're handling.

Years of being together gave them 2 more children. A boy who's the second and a girl who's the youngest.

They both raised their children in a peculiar way just like how their parents did with them.

At the age of five, first child learned how to unscramble some words and have grown fascination of knives just like her mother.

second child learned a lot about herbs and flowers that he likes going to the gardens with his father and has oddly been liking swords whenever he sees one.

third child is well- a cute little baby who seem to like dresses a lot. She babbles cute little things and chuckles whenever she sees one or wears something she likes.

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"Okay, baby. You can do it! Walk to dada!" Y/N said encouraging her third child to walk.

Once she did reach Tewkesbury with slight wobbles, they cheered. He quickly scooped her up in his arms and kissed her soft chubby cheeks.

"Yay! You did it, third child ! Mum and Dad are so proud!" Y/N cheered and hugged her along with her husband.

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"Mum, Look!" a 10 year old first child pointed to the centre of the target which has her dagger straightly thrusted on it.

"Oh, my God!" Y/N exclaimed. "You know what this means?" she asked.

"Knife-throwing challenge!" They both cheered.

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"Arctium Lappa, Trifolium and Agaricus Lanipes!" second child said as his father continued to bold out different kinds of edible plants for him.

"Those are your mum's favourites. Not because of how they taste, but that's because it gives us memories." Tewkesbury said.

The 6 year old boy didn't know what to reply, he was confused by his father.

"Anyways, this is Spinacia Oleracea . . . "

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And so, their children became friends with their companion's children. They all strengthened their bond until their last breaths.

Y/N and Tewkesbury grew old together, watching their children grow and take over their land, leading with fairness, respect, honour and dignity.

Y/N and her friends have become quite the celebrity. They have also become the group that the Queen trusts the most.

Their names and even themselves have left good legacy that were written on the pages of history books which children read. They looked up to them very much.

The story of the young lord and his lady was passed on and on until eventually, their stories changed.

. . . But the truth still remains.

They were lovers who never gave up on each other and fought together along with their friends.

They were historical, magnificent, and remarkable.

Their lives and their time was truly momentous.

That's when the curtains drop and the spotlight fades. That's the cue for the audiences to stand up from their seats, either scarred, satisfied or more and leave carrying the story of Y/N L/N and her life filled with joy and catastrophe.

I, is declaring

that is officially

complete.

It has been an honor writing

this story for you.