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Cursed Heir Part 6
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Sebastian breathed, as George rocked above him, his head thrown back in the pleasure of feeling Sebastian buried deep inside him.
"It's fine," George moaned, rotating his hips, Sebastian's breaths deepened as he closed his eyes, then frowned glancing at him again.
"But it doesn't hurt the baby?"
"Seb!" George groaned, "you're ruining this."
He laughed lightly and pulled George's face to his, their bodies pressing against each other.
"Shut me up then."
George kissed him for a moment before sitting back up, with an uncomfortable groan as his back strained against the extra weight, "god I'm huge."
He stroked his swollen belly, and Sebastian watched.
"You look sexy to me," he grinned.
"Then prove it. Enough baby talk and fuck me already."
Sebastian didn't need to be asked twice, and soon had George moaning as sparks of pleasure coursed through his every limb.
Once over, they lay next to each other panting. George felt the movement in his stomach of the baby moving around inside him and placed his hands on his bump.
It had been an odd few months since he had first realised he was pregnant. The look on Sebastian's face had been equally matched by his parents, before they broke into excited smiles and tears (on his mother's behalf).
From that moment on he had been waited on hand and foot. Initially Sebastian had suspended his training, but he had complained bitterly about it so often and so regularly that he relented.
"There's no point in swordsmanship now, especially pregnant," he had said, "but perhaps this would be an appropriate weapon for you."
He had then handed George a small dagger. It was nicely weighted, with a thick handle, bound in leather. He turned it in his hands and grinned, feeling excited.
For weeks he trained with the dagger, and when Sebastian had been unavailable he trained with members of the guard, who praised his progress with surprise, as if shocked a woman could wield a blade at all.
When he wasn't practicing combat, Selena visited the castle. They would go for walks in the grounds, have tea, and George soon began to insist on giving her money for her trips.
"I really can't accept-"
"You're coming here almost every day, you're missing time you could work at the pub."
"Well, if you insist on paying me then I will have to do something to earn it."
That was when she began to help George with his hair, his wardrobe, and generally around the house, to the point where Martha suggested she join the castle staff as a handmaiden.
"She's got more brain cells than this lot put together," Martha whispered in George's ear as he made the offer, causing him to spit out his tea in laughter.
So, Selena quit her job and would visit George every day after breakfast, to do whatever he needed. Which, would most often just mean company. It was a perfect situation for them both. Even Sebastian had relinquished his grudge against her, partially due to the knowledge that George was not actually dead, and began to trust her.
Over time George's belly grew. It had been an odd feeling, watching his stomach swell day by day, knowing that a baby was forming inside him.
As his pregnancy progressed, Selena became a more and more important presence, allowing Sebastian to go about his duties knowing that someone was making sure George was safe.
George had not seen the witch once since his discovery, at least... as far as he was aware. But he doubted she had been able to get close with his constant 24/7 supervision.
His parents, whilst being thrilled to hear of the pregnancy, worried about the fragility it would bring to the family as the weeks progressed. So they had begun a tour of their neighbouring kingdoms to drum up support, but were ready to return if requested at any time. The king had told Sebastian and George it was a chance for them to prove himself.
But now as he approached the final weeks of his pregnancy, he felt too exhausted to train, even having sex with Sebastian had become a tiring event.
He lay back, eyes closed and panting.
"Are you okay?" Sebastian said, always alert for any pain or discomfort. "You still look pale, and you're getting thinner."
"Thinner?" George scoffed gesturing to his belly.
"You know what I mean," Sebastian said and George rolled his eyes. But he too had noticed his face begin to grow sallow, the nauseous exhaustion that even now was creeping over him despite having done very little with his day bar the previous hours activity.
"I'm fine," he insisted, trying to force positivity into his voice. Sebastian still watched him, the concern in his eyes showing that he was not fooled.
He felt movement in his belly and deciding he needed an excuse to change the subject, took Sebastian's hand and pressed it against his bumb.
"Feel her?"
Sebastian waited, hand still, breath held until there was a strong firm kick right against his palm and he laughed and smiled, the concern slipping briefly from his face. George liked seeing him smile, he smiled less and less recently with all the worry around the witches and George's pregnancy.
"You're still convinced it's a girl?" Sebastian asked.
"I don't know for sure, but I think she's a girl," he shrugged. "I'm probably wrong."
He felt another wave of nausea shudder through him and try as he might he couldn't hold it from his face as he grimaced. Sebastian instantly noticed, his hand moving to cup his cheek.
"What's wrong? Is it still the sickness?"
He nodded silently, holding his mouth tight and breathing through his nose. He willed the vomit to stay down.
Morning sickness was just meant to be a first trimester thing, but he seemed to get it all day, everyday even this late in the pregnancy. He didn't know what it meant, and neither did the doctors.
"Stop worrying, I'm just tired is all. Let's go to sleep."
But even as Sebastian's arms wrapped tightly around him, his breathing soon turning heavy in sleep, George couldn't sleep. His exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and yet a feeling of something bad had planted in his brain. His body was telling him that something was wrong. And that fear kept him wide awake into the late hours, until he eventually succumbed to sleep.
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As the weeks sped by, George's attempts to hide his crumbling health became more and more futile. His body grew weaker day by day, his already slim frame turning skeleton thin, his eyes looking sullen and dark in his sallow face, his cheekbones pronounced, and soon even rising from bed each morning became an incredible challenge.
Wherever he went people whispered. He knew what they said when they thought he couldn't hear them. They said that he was dying. And he believed it too, but nobody knew how or why or what to do. The one thing he was determined to do before his body gave out was to save his unborn child. A fierce protectiveness and flamed in his heart for the little person that had grown inside him. Counting down the days until he could deliver him or her safely into the world.
Sebastian was hard to be around. His own face had grown equally gaunt as the stifling worry of what was to happen held him in its grip. They didn't laugh anymore, and rarely smiled, it was too tiring. He would just sit and hold George's hand and tell him that he loved him. George felt a guilt that he couldn't help every time he looked at him, and wished and wished take away his pain. But it was impossible. So he would just attempt a small smile and squeeze his hand weekly.
Everything hurt and the tiredness became more and more overwhelming each day. It became hard to even think straight.
Soon it became near impossible to leave his bed. He would sleep for hours, then days, until one day he was swallowed by the dark dreamless sleep altogether.
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SEBASTIAN
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Sebastian was fine. That's what he told everyone around him. He was fine, he was coping, he was strong. But it was all a lie.
George was dying.
George was dying and with it he felt like his soul was dying. This was much, much worse than the first time he had lost him. At least then he was taken away, there was something to work towards, a rescue attempt to plan. At least then he didn't have to watch him die.
His face, different to the face he had first loved but George's face all the same, was changed, so deathly pale and withdrawn he looked like he may already be dead if it wasn't for the soft rise and fall of his chest. That rise and fall, the steady and slow beats of his heart were all that held him from falling over the edge of his sanity.
He couldn't go through this pain a second time, not now. And this time, it would hurt all the more after the dreamy happiness that he had allowed himself to enjoy, to waste.
He was so useless. Why couldn't he fix this? There must be a way to save him, to help him.
"Sebastian?"
He blinked, looking back at the doctor who eyed him with an edge of concern and pity.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
The doctor sighed, "I said that we should perform the cesarean tomorrow. The baby is ready, and I don't want to risk labour with Georgiana in her current state."
"Right," he said, gazing back at George, gripping his hand tightly, as if his touch could wake him, whilst knowing deep down that it wouldn't work. "Whatever you think is best doctor..."
"You should sleep Sebastian, the kingdom is already suffering from the illness of the princess. I'm sorry there is nothing to do to help her, but with the king and Queen having gone to visit neighbouring kingdoms seeking support, Ödesfarne needs to see you fit and well."
"Fit and well," he repeated bitterly. "Sure."
The doctor said some more meaningless crap that he ignored, and eventually left with a frustrated sigh. He didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing matters. Until he comes up with some
miracle way to save George instead of apologising then it was all crap.
