~Chapter Five~

*9 months later…*

The room had been dark for hours, but it glowed brilliantly bright now, and Sarah knew not why. Squinting did nothing but hurt her eyes, so she got out of bed and searched for its source.

Sarah went to her trunk, full of soft blankets and pillows and lifted out the crystal Jareth had given her. It pulsed as well as glowed, and Sarah nearly dropped it back into the trunk.

Immediately, she knew she was needed, and Sarah closed her eyes, concentrated on the castle, and disappeared from the room.

* * * * *

"Catrina, get a damp cloths! She's very warm!" Jareth ordered, running across the room the room to get this and that.

"Got it!" The teenager was gone in two seconds; she had a cloth with her and was back in the room just as fast.

"You did this to me!" Screamed Ana. The pain had really gotten to her; Catrina bit her tongue to keep from laughing.

"Seeing as how you'll be regretting this later, dear wife, I choose to ignore that remark." The King kissed his wife, who in turn screamed in his ear. Unintentionally, of course.

Sarah appeared outside the makeshift delivery room and knocked on the door. Catrina opened it and squealed.

"She's here!" Announced the soon-to-be aunt, her brown eyes shinning. "Oh, Sarah, you're just in time!"

"I am?" Sarah entered the room as Catrina stood aside and surveyed the scene: the Goblin King looked far past nervous, but hid it by pretending to be suave and poised. The Goblin Queen, on the other hand, was on the bed, screaming and blaming her husband for her present situation. Sarah smiled.

"Ah, Sarah!" Jareth hugged his old friend tight, then faced Ana again. "You need to help me." He whispered. "I have no idea what I'm doing!"

"Amateur," Sarah rolled her eyes and laughed. "Watch the Master."

"You've done this before?" Jareth asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"Yeah," Sarah tossed her head, "as a matter of fact, I have. I'm proud to say that I accomplished many a thing after my journey through your Labyrinth."

Jareth nodded happily and put an arm around Catrina, who now stood at his side.

"She's moved on, Cat." He told the girl as Sarah began to coach his wife. "I knew she could."

* * * * *

"Would you like to hold my son, Sarah?" Jareth asked softly. The tiny, red-faced, squirming baby boy in his arms didn't dare to cry, for his mother was asleep, and he somehow knew.

"Of course." Sarah grinned as the King placed the child in her own arms.

"Thank you." Jareth glowed with pride and appreciation.

"You're most entirely welcome, your Majesty." Sarah said and smiled at him. "Now, I know neither of us would give the for what might have been."

~The End~