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When he remembered all these, he couldn't help but shed tears, because that was the only person that had actually understood him, and now, she was gone.

With his head on the King's shoulder, little Andrew weeped uncontrollably. The King thought 'he' was the cause of his son's tears, not knowing that it was because of someone else.

This had the King in tears as he hugged his son further, and his son also subconsciously or unconsciously hugged his Father back deeply maybe because he had really missed a Father figure in his life, so having this feeling, he unconsciously couldn't help embracing it.

This scene was so touching, it had the Queen emotional, causing her to wipe the tears that had already started to spill.

She didn't need to be told what to do, as she stood up and gracefully descended down the little stairs to hug her little family.

When the King felt someone hug him, he raised his head and them saw that it was his wife, then he jokingly said;

"Who gave you the permission to hug us?" He first asked.

"Can't you see that I'm having a very emotional moment with my son...?" His voice was stern, but both Mother and son, knew that he was joking.

When little Andrew heard what his Father said, he pulled away from his Father's arms and sniffed, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

"Just look at what you've caused right now!" The King was exclaimed frustratedly, causing little Andrew to look at his Mother and his Mother down at her son.

"I was just having the best moment with my son and you came and ruined it...what kind of a woman are you...!" Little Andrew laughed.

"Can't you give the men some privacy?" The King asked feigning anger as he pouted and crossed his arms and turned the other way.

The Queen couldn't help laughing as she shook her head.

"So, what you're trying to say is that, he is not my son too?" She asked.

"Of course he's not your son, he's my boy...!"

"And I carried him for nine months!" The Queen firmly said as she looked at the King to hear what else he had to say with a smile on her face as she slowly tilted her head to the right.

"..."

"So who has much more right to proclaim h as their some?" The Queen asked as she looked at him with a smile spread across her face.

The King had nothing to say so he just turned and opened his mouth and with his hand raised up to give another point but stopped mid-way when he reasoned what she had said.

Shutting his mouth tight, the King looked elsewhere as he thought of something to use refute back, because he didn't want to admit defeat.

But, when he discovered that there was else he could say, he admitted defeat.

But wait...!

He thought of something.

"But a woman can not conceive without a man, now can she?" The King asked as he said with pride as he turned to look away from her, secretively smirking.

His intiatives were to silence the Queen and take the glory, but once again, his wife shut him up.

"But Mary did!" She said.

The King frowned as he turned around and looked at his wife.

"Mary?" He first asked.

"Who's Mary? One of the maids?" The King asked, clearly ignorant of what his wife was saying.

The Queen laughed as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"No, you dumb King!" She exclaimed.

Little Andrew couldn't help but laugh and the King couldn't help but look at each of them with a clear frown of confusion plastered on his face.

"What do you mean then?" He asked as he spread his arms out.

"And you, why are you laughing?" The King asked as he pointed at his little son, Andrew, who looked at him, before laughing all the more.

Little Andrew had burst out laughing when his Mother had said that and the question his Father asked, but when the King called out to him with his finger pointed at him, he couldn't help but continued laughing at his Father's expression.

"Why are you both still laughing?!" The King still couldn't help but ask.

"I'm being serious here!" The King added.

"And do we look like we're joking too?" the Queen asked admist laughter.

Once the Queen said this, she abruptly stopped laughing and turned serious.

"Wait, who is Mary?" She asked.

Both Father that was confused and son that had been laughing now turned both their attention to her with question in their eyes

Both Father and son both looked at each other as they both turned back to look at her with the same word in their heads.

"Who's Mary?"

The Queen looked at them with frustration in her eyes as they both turned to look at themselves, Father and son as they both laughed at what they had just done at the same time.

The Queen sighed as she smiled and watched the Father and son duo play and laugh with each other. This was something she had long desired.

The the King said something.

"You still haven't answered my question yet?"

"About what?" The Queen asked back in response.

The King asked as he sat done in a still nearby and carried little Andrew and placed him on his laps as he asked his wife.

"Who's Mary?" The King asked.

"Who's Mary?" The Queen asked back, this time not in response, but was also asking her own question.

The King frowned.

"That girl that you just mentioned earlier!" The King said frustratedly.

The Queen thought hard as she slightly furrowed her brows slightly.

"I believe what Mother was offering to Father, was the Mary from the Bible...!" Little Andrew said as he looked at both his Mother and Father, before the Queen cut him short with a long;

"Oooooo, now I remember!" The Queen said.

The King looked at her with a funny look on his face that made Andrew laugh.

"Yes, now I remember...!" The Queen said as the King looked on at her with a funny expression.

"What even brought about that?" The King asked still confused.

The Queen looked at him as she playfully eyed him and hissed before saying;

"You really are a dumb King!" The Queen declared.

"It's not my fault...!"

"He is also my son too...!" The Queen declared.

"If Mary the Mother of Jesus can conceive without needing a man, then, he his as much as my son as he is yours too!" The Queen said as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at her husband eyebrow raised.

The King was trapped in a confusion state for a moment before finally realizing what she was saying and then saying;

"Well, I'm the King...!"

The Queen gently smiled as she lowered her hands down and clasped them in front of her as she turned to the side and softly said;

"Well I'm the Queen!"

The King reasoned what she was saying as he got up from the chair, palcedhis son gently down, adjusted his royal robe and then gave his wife a look with a funny pout, he turned to his son as he said;

"I'd better leave this place right now before your Mother tells me something else that would make me want to admit defeat...!" And with that, he left the room.

Laughing, little Andrew watched as his Father left the room before hurrying over to his Mother and then jumping into his Mother's arms, his Mother wrapped him up in her embrace that shielded him him from the daggers from the outside world.

The Queen carried her son and walked up the stairs and sat on the bed as she rocked him back and forth.

With his eyes tightly closed, little Andrew smiled as he so much enjoyed his Mother's warmth and company.

Then something popped into his memory and he began to shed tears.

The Queen could feel something warm falling on her hand.

When she like down, she discovered that her son was crying.

Frowning as she sat her son up, she wiped away his tears with the back of her palm as she gently asked;

"Andrew? What is it?"

Little Andrew shook his head in a negation as he gently said;

"Nothing!"

"Now, don't tell me nothing...!" The Queen said, her voice slightly pitched as she looked at her son.

"You just started crying and the reason is unknown, don't you want to talk it out and solve it?" The Queen asked.

Little Andrew looked into the eyes of his Mother.

His Mother's eyes were filled with compassion, and for a moment, Andrew thought she was going to cry.

"Is it me?" The Queen asked, and this question got Andrew a little bit stunned.

Why would his Mother ask him such a question?

Little Andrew wanted to answer but couldn't, so in response, he only shook his head.

The Queen paused for a bit as she thought deeply with her head lowered.

"Does it have to something to do with your Father?" The Queen asked all of a sudden.