Hello Everyone! It's been a long four months but after much begging and story restarts, I am finally ready to start the sequel to Two is Not Always Better than One! Just in time for my birthday! Yay!

I can't wait to hear your opinions and predictions on what should happen. I felt that, due to the nature of the current relationships on Reign, we could use a little bit of AU Mashy goodness! I do have high hopes for Leith, that his loyalty to Francis will get him something good, however I miss the old Reign. The one without all of the deception and crazy king killing his mistresses for sport and such.

Please Read and Review! Both good and bad reviews are welcome, just please no pointless flames.

If you have yet to read "Two is Not Always Better than One", and the M-rated one shot "Romantic Gestures and New Beginnings" I suggest you do so, or you might be a bit confused about the character back stories :)

And now on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Reign, though if the writers keep hurting my precious characters I will be forced to take them away for safe keeping until such time that the show writers can play nice with them!


Sebastian paced the floor of his study, cringing at the screams that rocked the palace. It had been two wonderful years since he had left France. He and Mary had been happy. Surprisingly, he had found himself much more comfortable with being King then he had originally believed. It seemed that he was good at doling out advice and Mary provided a good balance, with her own pragmatic values.

Another yell, caused him to lose his grip on the glass of Scotch he was holding and he cursed when the cup hit the stone floor, shattering. He was so intensely jittery today that he could barely keep anything together. Staring at the broken crystal that lined the ground, he ran a hand through his hair and considered cleaning up the mess he had made. The shaking in his hands made him rethink that idea and he walked toward the large window on the opposite the fireplace.

He could hear the residents of the Edinburgh Castle running to and fro, fetching things and speaking in excited voices. Mary was in the throes of childbirth, nearing her twentieth hour of labor. Sebastian's nerves were on edge, every moment he waited for news of her status, dreading anyone entering his hiding place at the same time. He prayed silently that it would soon be good news.

It had been difficult for them to get pregnant. He had spent many nights attempting to soothe her sorrow of not being with child. The constant appraisal of the reproachful eyes of every woman at court did not help. Sebastian had to admit there had been doubts in his mind as to what could have caused the predicament. If maybe he were the one unable to conceive.

The elation he had felt when he learned of their fortune was a short lived feeling, giving way to the dread and worry of both Mary's and their child's safety through the pregnancy. Mary had teased him for being over protective, but hadn't shrugged him off, which led him to believe that his worry was a mutual affliction.

Sabastian vaguely noted the quieting of his beloved's cries and he wrung his hands together unwittingly, while watching the city through the window. The door opened and he turned, startled, toward the intruder.

"Bash, you are being requested." Greer said, smiling. She ran a hand absentmindedly over her own abdominal bump, her second child, and he sighed with relief at the casual gesture.

"She is safe?" He asked, his voice catching with emotion. She nodded and squeezed his arm.

"She and the boy are resting. He has been very stubborn about gracing us with his presence." Sebastian's heart skipped. He barely registered Leith rising from his chair by the fire, a silent companion of Sebastian's trials.

"I have a son." He stated quietly, and smiling broadly he made his way upstairs.

As he reached the entrance to the birthing room, he quietly tapped on the wood. One of the nurses opened the door and nodded, giving him entry to the chamber. Suddenly feeling shy, he stood in the archway and watched his beloved cooing to their child. She looked up and her auburn eyes met his green ones with an exhausted but blissful grin.

"Bash, come and meet him." She said softly, her hand running along the baby's cheek. He moved forward slowly and gently settled onto the bed next to her. Staring at the child in wonder, he reached out a finger and gently touched his son's hand. The baby squirmed in Mary's arms and yawned wide.

Sebastian chuckled contentedly and placed a kiss in his wife's hair. She grinned and tilted her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" He asked quietly, watching the child stretch. She nodded.

"I want to call him James." Mary said gently, stroking the baby's bald head and tilting her gaze to meet his. "After my father." Sebastian smiled down at her and reached for his son.

"Hello little James." He murmered, taking the tiny balled fist in his hand and shaking it as he would one of his companions. "Welcome to the world."