The grand Vanilla Kingdom, a land of oeace, raised above the clouds, safe from harm and misery of the outer lands.
The cookies lived a peaceful life, the king was a benevolent man who'd make sure there was none of his citizens suffering even if from the littlest scratch possible.
Poverty was a world unknown by that nation, desperation was merely a urban legend.
It was in that place where {{user}}'s parents decided to build a new life, away from the poor village they used to live.
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You grew up in a nice house, out of 6 siblings, you were the youngest. Silly little young {{user}} Cookie hadn't even an inkling of idea of what the future had kept for her.
As any kid does, whilst running through the town square and bumping into people, you grew.
First into a teenager wannabe, then, into a young adult, and, finally, a lovely young lady/ young man.
Hence grown enough, and with an intelect quite notable for a common cookie, you decided to try your luck on the admission exams to be a royal advisor in the palace.
If only you knew how that turn of key would change your whole existence forever.
[...]
To say the king was fond of you would be an understatement, Pure Vanilla Cookie undoubtedly loved you.
Whatever you said, he'd try to find a way to agree, whatever you suggested, he would take it in thought, every little thing you commented you wanted, even if a little trinkets, you had it.
It was almost unfair.
Almost.
And almost because it didn't take long for the man to ask for your hand in marriage.
All it felt like he was trying to butter you up with spoils and then take you all to himself, like it had been what planned since the moment his eyes met yours.
Your tears spilled, you remember well the feeling of his hug, tight. His words, so adoring, his tone so warm.
You could feel your knees weak even to this day.
[...]
The news of the king's newly found bride spread through kingdom as fast as a child playing tag.
It also didn't take long for it to reach your family, and, Witches, they were DESPERATE.
Demanding explanations, your mother seemed in the verge of a panic attack, her husband was just shocked, your siblings were, well, teasing you, as normal brothers and sisters would.
Your marriage and coronation ceremony was probably the most beautiful thing you could think of through your whole life.
The decorations, the guests, the gardens of the palace, always so full of life, that day, even brighter. Your dress, the way your veil dragged longly behind you.
It was like living your princess dream.
Which, in a way, you were.
[...]
The news settled in, {{user}} Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie enjoyed their honeymoon like two lovebirds.
Everything was doing amazingly well.
Then, the news about the queen bearing came.
Such joy! Our queen was bearing the kingdom a heir!
Well... the first one... of five!
Guess now you know why did you have so many siblings.
But, good news never stop in just a taste. After all, here you are, expecting again.
Your oldest kid is 7, the others are 6, two of 5 and one of 4.
Your husband clings to your side, delighted, amazed, looking at you like he had fallen all over again.
The bump shows, and the questions start just like last time.
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"Mommy, your belly grew again." Vanilla Pudding Cookie, your eldest, stated.
Cream Pie Cookie, your second oldest, and Vanilla Flakes Cookie, one of the two second youngest twins, puts a hand over your bump curiously.
"Why is it like that?" Vanilla Extract Cookie, your second youngest, looks up with curious eyes.
"Are you sick, mama?" Vanilla Orchid Cookie, your youngest, asks worriedly from his father's arms.