So I've become obsessed with this show and I'm sad with how Francis and Mary not got a happy ending I am so used to seeing on TV (even though it is based on history loosely), so as usual I turn to fan fiction. Enjoy 3

Mary's POV

Francis and the other soldiers have finally come back from war late last night, I presume they arrived around 2AM. He did not sleep in our bed last night, I can only wish he was too tired and there was no one sharing the bed with him. We did not part on the best terms, but he is my one great true love. I have missed him these past months.

I have cried myself to sleep majority of those night, longing for his presents next to me in our bed. As I see the memories of my tortured heart's journey of the past months I felt a wave of nausea come over me and I kept towards the bucket that has been next to my bed since a month after he left. Once I had fainted, Nostradamus had come to me and informed me that I was with child. He had said what I was going to experience in the next months and asked when I believe my child was conceived, so that he may be more accurate with my condition.

I knew it was the last time we made love, mere nights before he had left to go fight amongst his people. I was still getting sick, although Nostradamus said it will end soon; he had talked to some of the royal midwives and was informed that the more I am sick the healthier the baby will be. So with that fact I am happy to be sick for my child, Francis' child.

I am not sure how to tell him, it is quiet obvious. Anyone can tell that I am with his child, but I have insisted, more commanded, for people not to mentioned anything to Francis about my condition. Even Queen Catharine has been nicer to me and has consoled twice: once when she had walked into one of the worse mornings of my morning sickness and another time when I was crying myself to sleep longing for my husband. We have given each other company, but our relationship was far from perfect.

Francis' POV

When I first arrived back home I was instructed Mary was asleep, to not wake her I slept in one of our extra rooms. As I entered to attend breakfast I did not see my loving wife, although we did not leave on good terms I had missed her and knew that everything we fought about was behind us. I decide to go wake her up in our room, hoping she had just slept in.

I told the guards to step aside and they opened the door for me. Closing it behind me I do not see her, but hear the sound of someone being violently ill. Then I hear another voice in a soothing tone. I quietly walk closer to the sound and can start to hear words, that sound like they are coming form my mother.

"Mary, it will be alright. Just breathe and it will be over soon."

"How am I supposed to breathe when I am em…." Then I hear another sound of violent illness.

"Shhh Mary shhhh this wave will be over soon."

The violently ill sounds continued another time before I could not take it any longer. I walked into the bathing chamber and see my mother on her knees, stroking Mary's hair, trying to calm her down. The sound of my footsteps makes her stop comforting my wife and look up at me.

"Francis, what are you doing here? I did not get word form your pager you were coming…."

"Why would I need to tell a pager I am coming to see my wife, who I was worried about when I did not see her at dinner?"

"I did not expect you to come get her..."

Our conversation comes to an irrupt stop when the sound of Mary being ill again, I step forward but my mother steps in my way.

"Mother, can I not care for my wife when she is obviously ill?"

"Francis you may, but I do not know if…if.."

"Catherine," Mary said, "it is alright. He was going to find out sooner or later."

My mother looks at Mary with a questioning look in her eyes, as if asking her if she is sure she wants me to see her. Reluctantly, my mother stepped aside and I finally looked at my wife for the first time in months. She was so pale and had big, dark bags under her eyes. She hunches over a big bucket and looked up at me. Her eyes were not full of life as they were when I felt, but there was some light in them. One hand was on the bucket for support and the one was on her stomach.

I step closer and see that her stomach is enlarged. My mother says something about being close by if needed and left. I move to sit on my knees and lift her chin so she can look me in the eye. Her eyes were looking anywhere but mine. Her hand still lay on her stomach and I looked down at it.

"Mary darling, why did you not tell me?"

"Tis not like we had much time to talk since you have been back."

"When did you find out?"

"A month after you left, our child was conceived the last night we made love." She violently moved away from me and became ill once more. I brushed her hair trying to calm her; once she was done she grabs the towel next to her to wipe away anything that was left around her mouth.

"Nostradamus says this is normal. That this kind of illness only means the baby is strong and getting stronger. See, I am fine." She says while trying to get up, but she is unable to and falls on her hands and knees.

I hold her in my arms for the first time in months and gently kiss her hair;I pick her up and lay her in our bed. Stroking her hair, I kiss her forehead and have a very alarming tightness in my chest. She is unusually warm and I quickly call the pager for Nostradamus. Entering the room he had not expected me to be next to my wife brushing her hair out of her face. I step aside as he walks to her and feels her forehead with the back of his hand.

"When did this begin?" He asks me in his raspy voice.

"I do not know, I came in to see her and she was violently ill into a bucket while my mother was helping her. I felt how warm she was once I put her in our bed. How long has my wife been sick?"

"Well her fever is new. With her being this ill, I believe it has been 3 months. I will be honest with you your Majesty, you have missed a lot of her suffering with her being with child."

My child, the sound of someone saying it once again felt strange but natural. I felt my heart warm with love for my unborn child. A child I am determined to love and to have the relationship with that I did not have with my father.

"Can't you do anything for her? To stop the fever, or calm her sickness?"

"I can give her some herbs to calm her sickness yes, but I am most worried about the fever your Majesty. I need to bring it down before I focus on her sickness. The good thing is she is not too warm, in which I sound feel worried for her or the child's life, but we need to bring it down so she does not get warmer. I will be right back with something to help her."

"Thank you Nostradamus." With that he bowed and left back to his chamber to get Mary the medicine she needs. I sit on the edge of our bed and cup her face. "Mary, my love, I am worried about you."

"You have always worried too much about me Francis. Besides the fever, I am perfectly okay."

"But how violently ill you were can not be,"

"Tis not common against most mothers-to-be, but I remember hearing of my mother was very ill when I was in her womb. So it should not be surprising I am ill as well."

"Mary, you weren't just ill, it sounded horrible and so brutal. It being this bad can not be normal."

"As I said my king, because my mother had it it is more likely I would have it too. They told me of how much pain she was in during those months, she probably blamed me. Tis probably why she never truly loved me like my brother, besides the fact I am a women."

She starts to cry into her shaking hands and I hold them trying to calm her down. I kiss her forehead and then her lips harder. We part,me realizing she is weak and can not be wasting her energy on something like kissing. Nostradamus comes into the room again, holding a vial in one hand and some herbs in the other.

"Your Majesty," he says as I step aside and sit at the other end of the bed, "eat the herbs first, then drink this. It will lower your fever, it the process it will probably make you sleep to help you regain your strength."

"Thank you Nostradamus, you always have whatever concoctions will make me feel better."

He left after Mary finished what he had given to her and it was just us alone again. I laid next to her and held her in my arms. Her head roles into my neck and she kisses me on the neck gently, while she took my hand. Once she fell asleep, I cautiously took her out of my arms, I walked in the direction of my father's office.