Motherhood
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|Salem's POV|
Holding my child, my Narcissa, in my arms, I find hard to believe that I have, once again, gained a daughter. From my own blood, she was born, and even having the same pallor skin, the same black sclera, the red irises.
It is truly unbelievable, how I somehow smiled after all those centuries of hatred, of loathing. Is this a blessing? Or is it a curse? To have a child again?
I stare into her sleepy eyes, and I couldn't help but coo. Will I remain the same? Will I really change? Will I remain evil, or change just because of a child?
She yawned, and I couldn't help but adore her. Would I love her? Or would I hate her? Would I become a mother, or will I continue to be the merciless, evil queen?
Narcissa embraced me deeper, I felt my heart race. Is she a blessing? Or is she a curse? Maybe both?
Narcissa closed her eyes, I smiled once again. Will she change me? Or will she become like me? Maybe she can, maybe she can't?
Narcissa began to cutely snore, I felt my heart melt. Will she really be my daughter? Or will she be as merciless as me, as my princess? Maybe she can fulfill both those roles?
I don't know, but somehow, I'm eager to find out.
¦Timeskip: 6 Months¦
|Salem's POV|
I believe my child to be a fast learner, as when six months and a half has passed since her "birth", she was able to, albeit not much, but still able to walk.
Watts, my scientist, has gotten used to me a few months back, but I was sure that he still remains to fear me. Although, he is a nice man, a gentleman, and was kind and caring towards my daughter, like a brother. However, considering his age, he was more of a caring uncle.
He was rather helpful with helping raise Narcissa, my memories of raising my late daughters were fuzzy, and it was quite hard to get out of my previous mindset for my child. And starting yesterday, she seems to nearly understand simple words, truly a great child.
Tyrian, a man part of my inner circle, was a crazy man. He is rather obsessed with me, and even I find that disturbing, and now, since I have announced Narcissa as my child, his obsession with me extended towards her. It sounds disturbing, but it's actually quite nice, as the man was rather protective of my child, but would usually be the one playing with her, carrying her around, and making her laugh.
I only employed the man because of his strength, skills, and absolute loyalty to me, but it seems that he would be a good guard for my daughter.
As for myself, I begrudgingly admit that I am slowly changing because of Narcissa. My usual mindset, something I've gained after centuries of evil deeds, had changed to fit my daughter's wants, to make her smile adorably.
Maybe I would change? Or maybe this is just the extent? I checked on Narcissa, and I saw her trying to stand. I smiled.
Is she a curse? Or a blessing? Narcissa was now standing and then began to walk. I cood.
Will she make turn me into a kind mother? Or a cruel mother? Narcissa began walking towards me. My heart melted.
Can she make me fully love her? Or would I scorn her? Narcissa giggled, and then and there, I fell in love(motherly love).
Can she remain innocent? Or will she become corrupted? Narcissa came and hugged my thigh, a single tear fell and I knew that she'll remain to be my little angel.
¦Timeskip: 6 months¦
|Salem's POV|
Here on my throne, I sat as I watched my minions, ex-mercenaries that I've convinced to follow my cause, to build a new empire, discuss our new plan of action. Olivia, Olive's current reincarnation, has started to make some subtle movements, and I couldn't help but worry.
We were in the middle of deciding which route we would follow, when suddenly, the doors to my throne/meeting room swung open with a bang. Looking at it curiously, I immediately noticed a frantic Tyrian, who always is, but...more, dashing towards me, Narcissa crying and wailing in his arms.
I was immediately alarmed, worried, yes, worried for my daughter's well-being, but I remained my queen-ly persona, not showing any kind of emotion to any of my minions. I only show emotions to my subordinates, and that's rare for me to do.
Once Tyrian stood in front of me, he stretched both his arms while holding my crying little baby, who kept on saying, "Mama! Mama!". It warmed my heart, knowing that she was looking for me, so, without missing a beat, I glared at my minions, who became silent when Tyrian entered, then ordered, "Everyone. Out!".
Hurriedly, they left, and so did Tyrian once he gave me Narcissa. Now in my arms, my baby sniffled and sobbed, but she just looked at me with her adorable -which was supposed to be intimidating, but apparently adorable on her- eyes, and I heard myself let out a coo whilst playfully poking her stomach.
Narcissa: "Mauv! Mama! Mavava ma!" said the baby in her own language, causing me to smile.
"Well hello there, you little troublemaker. That's right. You're a litwle twoubwle makew. Mommy was having a meeting. But you just couldn't wait, can you? You couldn't wait for mommy? Of course you can't. You love mommy sooo much, right?" I began talking to her, despite her inability to fully understand me. However, I somehow knew she understood me when she held my cheeks with her hands, smooshing them together, then bringing my lips to hers and kissing them.
At that moment, I absolutely adored her. Hugging her tightly, I smiled as I nuzzleed my cheek onto hers.
"Oooh~! Aren't you just an adorable little angel! Yes! Yuw mah wittle cwute angwel!" before I knew it, I began talking to her like a baby. If my past self were to see me now, I would be sure she'd kill me with everything she has.
Narcissa: "Gagaguvu mavalu! Mama! Mama!" she giggled and wiggled, doing what any other baby would do, and I loved how she made me feel....normal.
"That's right, Cissa dear. I'm your mama! But I think mommy's better. Say it, Cissa. Say mommy. Mo---mmy. Mommy." Then, thinking how 'Mommy' sounded better than 'Mama', I just thought, -Why the hell not?-. So, with a bit of enthusiasm of teaching my daughter, I decided to have her call me 'Mommy.'
Narcissa: "Mama!" my child replied, and normally, if I didn't get what I wanted, I'd be furious, even to a kid, but not with °my° daughter. She's different from all those humans, those faunuses. She's a bona-fide princess, with a queen of the past as her mother, a...ugh...blessing of the gods, and the true ruler of the grimms!
"No, no, my child. It is 'Mommy', not 'Mama'. Say it with me now. Mommy. Mo~..." I trailed off, hoping she'd follow, and I was certainly not disappointed.
Narcissa: "M...Mo~..." she followed after me, and I was sure that my pride was evident on my face.
"Mmy! Mommy! Come on, Cissa! Say it!" I excitedly encouraged her, my heart pounding in excitement same as the day when she first called me 'Mama'.
Narcissa: "Momm~-..." my daughter was close, and I continued to encourage.
"Yes, Cissa! Mommy! Mo. Mmy. Mommy!" I repeated my words once again, and the look of concentration on Narcissa's face was absolutely lovable.
Narcissa: "Momm~-...mama!" Mama. That's what she said. To be honest, I was disappointed. Nonetheless, this wouldn't make me give up or even make me think of her differently. Oum see how much she changed me so.
"Hmmm. Close. You must be hungry. Here." I positioned my daughter so that she was leaning on my right arm as I used my left hand to unbutton my blouse/dress, freeing my bosom that was clad in a raunchy black lace bra. Even if I didn't have anyone I want to see my puppies covered in this sexy piece of lingerie, it still made me feel young, and not eons of years old.
And with that, I began to feed my daughter with my breast milk, Watts recommending me to do so because of my daughter's uniqueness. Formulas made by humans may not fully be healthy for my daughter's constitution.
¦Timeskip: 1 year¦
|Salem's POV|
Walking around my garden, hand-in-hand with my 2 year old daughter, Narcissa, I felt blissful. The peace, something I never would have thought I'd feel, was flowing with the atmosphere.
I still couldn't believe how my heart softened whenever I saw my daughter's smile. I couldn't believe how I felt overprotective over my daughter with the slightest amount of danger around her.
I believe that I was, and am, still the evil and cruel Queen of the Land of Darkness, and the vicious Goddess of the Grimms, at least that didn't change. But my heart has a space for love, for Narcissa, and not only destruction and vengeance.
Narcissa: "Mommy! Luk!" she called out to me, tugging my skirt as she pulled me towards a patch of white roses. Sitting on her knees, she poked one of roses and giggled, the smile on my face just widening because of that.
Narcissa: "They'we sow pwetty!!!" she shouts with adorable enthusiasm, squealing as Bellatrix and Andromeda, came behind her and hugged her. These two, are nearly the same age as Narcissa, but older by a few months.
However, the two are different from everyone else. Both girls have animal characteristics, the animal ears and tails making them seem like fuanuses. But, in truth, the two are grimms that somehow can have humanoid forms. These two were also the two baby grimms that brought Narcissa to me.
Bellatrix is a cat grimm, and Andromeda is a fox grimm. Bellatrix has a pair of short, triangular black cat ears, and a long, black cat tail, with a thin white armor plating that resembles something being dipped into a white chocolate. And, as for Andromeda, her fox ears were more pointed and longer than Bellatrix's, but also black, her tail being unbelievably bushy, but cute, and again, black fur, a common trait of grimms, but the tip of her tail also had an armor plating, but was triangular, unlike Bellatrix's circular tip.
Other than their grimm traits, they don't look any different than humans. The two were quite cute, as endearing as my own daughter, even. However, they also share the same crown mark of my daughter on their foreheads, and excessive love for her.
But, there is a clear difference between the three. Bellatrix was more mature, acting like the oldest among them, with a bit of mischief here and there, and was more of a, cute and serious, but secretly a darling, type.
Andromeda, out of the three, was the most mischievous one, always tricking people, and also likes to be the youngest. To me, she's definitely going to be the trickster of the group, but I could see her growing up to be the sexy and adventurous type. However, with her closeness and connection with my daughter, I could tell that she'd also be the overprotective little sister.
And lastly, Narcissa was the middle child, always the one to stop the disagreement between the other two. To me, I know that she'll grow to be the most adorable cinnamon bun in the world. Innocent and just plain adorable. As annoyed and happy I am, I could think that she'd grow up to be the naive and gullible type.
I want her to grow up to be blissfully unaware of the dangers of the world, all of them. Bellatrix and Andromeda are my daughters to me too. Even with my title, unknown to most but feared by the ones who do, I want my daughters to not have a single shred of evil in them. To be sheltered and remain innocent.
However, I can't bear to hide the truth from them. But, luckily, it's still far from the future where I have to tell them that.
¦Timeskip: 2 years¦
|Salem's POV|
Being a mother, is not easy. I remember that now. When Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Andromeda, reached 2 years old, they became very needy and hard to handle. It nearly drove me insane, but I wasn't a queen for no reason.
It was hard to jungle working and taking care of my children, especially when reports came of the grimms that have apparently left my control and followed their base instincts. But I pushed through. Never once, had I ever shouted at my daughters for their rambling, arguments, and unreasonableness, and I'm proud of that. Because, in the end, they stay as my little angels. And now they're all 3 years old and still adorable and my babies!
Bellatrix: "Mommy! Mommy! Adwomedha awte my cookhie!" my 'eldest' daughter informed me with teary eyes, pointing at Andromeda in front of her, separated by the table.
Andromeda, hearing Bellatrix's accusation, immediately reacted.
Andromeda: "Nwow! That mwy coowkie!" my 'youngest' countered, smashing her tiny fists on the table.
I was amused, not tired at the daily dispute that my two 'adopted' daughters, would get into. On my side, was Narcissa, watching the two with worry.
Narcissa: "Mow-mow! Li-li! Nwo yellies!" she butted in, putting a stop to Mo-mo(Andromeda) and Li-li's(Bellatrix's) 'yellies'. And, as always, the two listened two her, but not before giving each other the stink eye. My daughter pouted at this, and I found it absolutely precious.
Narcissa: "Hmph." the 'middle' child never really like her 'sisters' getting into little conflicts, always the one finding a way to end it. However, she's learned that they stop these kind of discord when she acts all pouty and cute. And, as always, it worked.
Bellatrix: "Na-na...don't bwi lyke dhat." the eldest pleaded as she saw her sister's adorably puffed up cheeks.
Andromeda: "Yeah. I'wm sowwy. I didwn't mwin two iit liw-liw's cwookwies." my youngest did the same, their 'accent' being downright adorable.
However, Narcissa didn't relent to their pleas, as sometimes, she really just wanted to act all pouty in front of her sisters. Seeing this, the two didn't think that Narcissa was playing with them, and thought that she was serious.
Leaving their seats, they rushed towards Narcissa, hugging her as she continued to sit on her chair, giving the girl puppy eyes. At this, Narcissa finally relented and squealed.
Hugging her sisters, one arm around their heads, she giggled and cooed. Kissing their forehead, she said, "Yuw thwo arwe tuw ciut!!!"
Then, the three sisters began giggling, peppering each other with kisses, and I could only smile at how precious they were. If this is how mothers feel with their children, I feel jealous at to how lucky they were to not be filled with malice and hate. I'm glad I got to experience motherhood once again. But, sometimes, I would think about....°her°.
Shaking my head, I placed the cookie that I've made, for my daughters, on my plate, and decided to join the three.
"Come here you little devils!" engulfing them in a big hug, I kissed each of them on the cheek, their giggles and laughs were contagious, and I joined them.
Narcissa: "Bwot wi thout we were you're liwttle angwels!!!" my daughter voiced, making the other two nod in agreement cutely.
B/A: ""Yeah/That's rwight!"" the both of them agreed, smooshing their cheeks to Narcissa's. With a smile, I answered them.
"Yes. All three of you are my little angels and devils! Well, mostly angels. Bellatrix is my warrior angel." I lean down towards Bellatrix and pinched her cheek.
Bellatrix: "Hehehehe!" my eldest giggled as she nuzzled herself on Narcissa's chest.
"Andromeda is my little evil~ fallen~-angel!" I kissed her on her chin, making her laugh, and do the same as her older sister, nuzzling on Narcissa's chest.
Andromeda: "Yewp! I'm yvwel!" she proudly exclaims in my daughter's bosom. I laugh of that. The thought of her being evil just amuses me. Her childish way of thinking making me just want to treat her like a treasure and keep her with me.
Narcissa: "What abwot mwi mommwy?" she questions me with her adorable -should ne intimidating-, blood red eyes. My heart instantly melted at that, and I gave her the biggest kiss I can.
"Your my little angelic princess, dear. You all are." I told her, them, as I hugged them tighter. All of them nuzzling onto my bosom, my breasts acting as a cushion.
"I love you, my little angels." Was all I said, and I knew that they understood.
Bellatrix: "We wove yu." my eldest said with her eyes closed, content and at peace.
Andromeda: "Mmm hmmm. Wuv yu." my youngest added with a relaxed sigh, hugging me tighter.
Narcissa: "We wouv yuw mwommy." my middle child said last, kissing my throat and then placing her head back in between my breasts. I didn't care how uncomfortable my position was, slightly separated by the chair where the three somehow -myabe because of their size-, were able to sit on. All I knew was, that I was loved once again. Not feared, but loved.
A tear fell as I found what I deeply needed for centuries of my life.
-No one would ever hurt any of you. Especially you, my little princess.- I thought as I kissed their crown marks one more time.
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