“Yes, I was well satisfied last night, as you well know. It’s just that we need to talk, before we go down to breakfast. I needed you awake, and it seemed like a good way.” I said. He groaned as I let my hand fall away. “Now sit up. This is serious.”
He expression changed to seriousness, as he lifted himself up. Leaning against the headboard, he looked me in the eye and said, “You have my full attention. What is it that you need to discuss with me?”
“Well,” I took a deep breath and steadied my nerves, “it’s about our marriage.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Our marriage?” he asked. The surprise must be to the way I referred to it as ours. “Does that mean that you are going to marry me?”
“Yes, Ours. If you would let me finish, I will get to the rest of it.” I said tartly. His smile letting me know that he was ready to listen. “I have made my decision. I am going to marry you. I am still scared about a few things, but they are issues born from watching my mother suffer after what my dad had done. I love you very much, more than I have anyone else. I have given you my whole heart, without reservations. I am also agreeing to give you my life. I want you to know that it never was you I had a problem with. It was issues based on my own feelings and fears.” I looked at Rupert waiting for his response.
“I am a very happy man this morning. Thank you for finally saying yes,” He said with a silly grin on his face. “I knew you had commitment issues, but I never thought they were directed at me. Although I was worried, that you believed everything that was written about me. I know you don’t want a big wedding, but I am a prince, and my definition and yours may be different, so I'll compromise with you but you have to be able to do that for me too, okay?” He looked at me.
I nodded, and I replied to him, “I don't really want to be a princess, but if it has to come with the package of being your wife, then I'll make it work. You are worth the loss of freedom of privacy.”
He smiled at me and kissed me. I kissed him back and then I had something else I wanted to say when he pulled his head away.
“The last thing I need to tell you is. This afternoon I will be getting my test results back.” I started. "I'm nervous about all of this. Just be patient with me, okay?"
“We will handle this together Lara, just have faith in me, please?” He nodded and gave me a look that I'd have described as gentle, it was weird seeing his face go all sweet looking. I was used to him looking hard and demanding. He'd been showing me a sweeter, softer side when I needed it and it made me love him that much more. “We need to get dressed. My father will be delighted you have said yes, and I'm sure your mom will want to know as soon as possible.”
I watched him walk to the bathroom, and knew that the next chapter of our life was going to change everything I'd ever thought about relationships, marriage, partnerships and I agreed to be a princess. Wondering if I was insane, I stared at his back and got distracted by his ass.
He really did have a nice one.
The End
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Pregnant to the Prince
By: Lisa Cartwright
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Chapter 1
I sat by the phone, staring at it. I, Lara, was officially pregnant. I stared at the cradle that held the phone that had just delivered those shocking words to me. Now, I just had to tell Rupert. And my mom… and his father. The King. Oh this was so not going to be a fun conversation to have. I tried to figure out what I was feeling, but shock was a good word for what I had going on. I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh, or to cry.
I knew Rupert would definitely insist on getting married sooner, rather than later and I had just wrapped my mind around marrying him, and now… this.
Knowing it had been a possibility was different than knowing it was real. That I was actually going to have to face this, deal with it and cope with the reality of becoming a mother. I wasn’t sure I was even close to ready. I didn’t know how to be a mother, I barely even understood that children were mini-people. Raised as an only child, and going to mostly prestigious schools, I never had the chance really to learn how to play with other children. Learning as an adult seemed to scare me more than I wanted to admit. I knew I could do it, but this was just one more thing that reminded me how my entire life had changed over the last few months.