The fireplace crackled and warmed your and Jareths bedroom. You both laid on the bed, cuddled up in each others warmth in the silk sheets as snow fell from outside the castle. The Goblin City was beautiful in the winter, even more so with your lover.

Jareth hums and has his head in the crook of your neck, his hands around your waist as he gently touches around your abdomen. His fingers trace the area, deep in thought about many things. He shifts a bit, looking into you eyes as he starts to speak.

“Darling, mind if I have a word with you in something?”

You nod and sit up a bit, adjusting youself to look at him better.

“Well, the time we spend together has made me reflect on a few things. I would like to ask you if you would be willing to take things a step further.”

He pauses, then leans over to your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your spine.

“I want an heir.”