"Keep the Magic Alive"
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I'll begin this story with a small personal introduction:
If you haven't read my profile, you should know that I only write Happily-Ever-After stories, although they tend to get dark and twisted at times, they always work out in the end. I hope you enjoy my second installation of a Sarah and Jareth romance story. Thank you! This story is has several dark themes, and is rated M+
Chapter 1: Happily Ever After?
Things had almost run smoothly for Sarah and Jareth during the last sixteen years that they had been together in Manhattan. Sarah had been working as a liaison to important clientele who procured space within the Metropolitan Museum of Art for their long-term art displays. Jareth, in the meantime, had gone from small-time musician in a local Soho nightclub act, to managing new prospective entertainment that looked hopeful. He seemed to have a wonderful talent for picking the perfect bands and placing them into their appropriate club settings.
Every night, they would return home to their rather cozy, but cramped middle-sized apartment flat on the borders of lower Queens. It would have been roomier, but they had their three growing children in which they had to share their space with. All of them were girls, who shared a large master bedroom that had once belonged to their parents. Sarah and Jareth, in the meantime, took the smaller room, since they didn't feel they needed as much space as their daughters did.
Julia and Jennifer were fraternal twins and they were the oldest of the trio. At fifteen years old, the twins were in a constant upheaval over boys, clothes, and make-up. Most of the mornings, the pair of them could be heard squabbling over bathroom space and who stole whose shirt and whether furry boots were in or out of style again. Then, they usually chattered the morning away, while Sarah and Jareth were trying to get ready for work. For the most part, all Jennifer and Julia usually received was partial attention from either of their parents, because Jareth mostly worked late and needed a caffeine jolt at this point in the morning, while Sarah was checking her iPhone schedule to see who she had to wine and dine throughout the day at the Met.
Sarah and Jareth's youngest daughter, Sahara was the quiet one. She usually had a 500-page novel attached to her hand, while her long hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail at the center of her head. Sahara was commonly withdrawn and moody, but Sarah assured Jareth that it was just a phase and reminded him that the twins had gone through it as well.
Despite the fact that the twins were not identical, all three girls basically had the same traits that made them look very similar to their mother. Sahara's hair was more of a dark auburn than a deep brunette, but otherwise she still had the same telltale green eyes that her mother and sisters shared. Julia and Jennifer were tall and very thin, while Sahara was at the 'stumpy' growing stage, so she hadn't slimmed down yet, and was very self-conscious of her physical appearance.
The three girls eventually scurried down the stairs, out the front door, and then ran five blocks to school before the bell rang every morning. It left Sarah and Jareth alone in peace for fifteen short minutes, before she had to leave and he had to jump into the shower to get ready for work.
Sarah was looking at her calendar for this morning's clientele lineup as Jareth sipped his coffee and read the local newspaper. After several more minutes of silence, Sarah finally said outloud, "That's bad. Wait a minute. Two, three, four, five, six, seven, ….sixteen, seventeen…. Oh my god."
Jareth raised his eyebrow, "Problem, Precious?"
"I can't believe that I could have lost track of that again," Sarah blinked remorsefully.
"Did we miss our anniversary again this year?" Jareth asked.
Sarah smirked, "No. Did you forget what day that was? That's three times now…"
"The thirteenth of something…" Jareth returned the grin as he knew that she became miffed whenever he pretended that he had forgotten their wedding anniversary.
"I swear, Jareth…" Sarah stammered, as his smile widened behind the newspaper. "You're forgetting more and more things lately. Next, I suppose it will be your name."
When she realized that he was snickering behind his paper, she snatched it from his hand and jokingly hit him lightly over the head. "Of course," Sarah continued, "I guess I'm not the one to point the finger at this moment. You're not going to believe what I forgot again."
"Did you leave the keys in the car and lock the doors again, Darling?" Jareth giggled.
"Hardly," Sarah had to pause and think on it for a moment, before she looked at the hook on the wall to make sure they were still there. After reassuring the keys were really hers, she turned back to him and said, "I forgot to pick up my birth control prescription at the pharmacist last month. I've been out for weeks…"
"Ah, so we're counting because…," Jareth began.
"Yeah." Sarah finished.
It's not as if anymore had to be said on that subject. Neither of them was ready for another baby at this point. They were living comfortably, but didn't really have excessive time, or income for another child. They also knew that they lacked the room for any more children, and a fourth would definitely contribute to their ongoing space problem. The landlord would truly protest.
Sarah finally spoke as she began to button up her jacket and head off to work, "Look. I'll schedule a doctor's appointment tonight and get this problem checked out. It might just be nothing like last time."
Jareth only nodded and finished his coffee. Sarah checked to make sure that she had her keys, iPhone, and briefcase before opened the door of their apartment. She and Jareth kissed their goodbyes for the day, and Sarah took the elevator down to the parking garage next to her complex.
He moaned as he put his head in his hands. Jareth tried to think of a time when things were easier, but for some strange reason, he couldn't recall anything beyond the accident, not to mention that those dreams were starting again. He decided that later on throughout the week, if his schedule permitted, he would contact the psychiatrist to regulate his medications again.