My paper was nowhere close to being started. There wasn't much information about Prince Alexander on the internet. His brother John was next in line of succession. What was I supposed to write about? I was close to asking the professor for advice.
My mind was completely distracted. Two pregnancy sticks sat behind me on the bathroom counter. There was no denying it—Alexander and I were having a baby.
But I hadn't seen him in weeks. I tried to get a hold of him at pub but John told me he was really busy. I tried to call him at his house but I had no idea where he lived. The internet didn't give me anything.
What if I was just another one of his conquests?
My luck that I would get pregnant the first time I had sex. I was on birth control but I must've missed a day by accident. There was just so much that happened to me over the past couple weeks.
How could I tell him? Should I even bother? I barely knew the man. He might run for the hills the second he sniffed trouble.
But he was the right one for me. I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach.
I needed to focus on my paper. All I had was a title that didn't say much. What did I want to covey? I didn't want to just recite his whole family history.
The family aspect was the key.
The words flowed through my fingers and into the computer. I wrote and wrote until my wrists began to cramp up.
Outside the booming engine of a vintage Aston Martin approached. I saved the document and slammed the laptop shut. My paper would have to wait...
Alexander was here.
I checked my makeup in the mirror and brushed my hair quickly.
The doorbell rang and I tried to still my pounding heart. I opened the door, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Alexander's eyes went wide.
“I'm pregnant,” I blurted out, my hands shaking. Bad timing, Pearl. My man stood in the hallway with a faceless expression.
Alexander finally smiled and stopped me before I could say anything else.. “You better invite me in before I take you right here in the hallway.”
I grabbed Alexander's arm and pulled him inside. His mouth latched onto mine while his hands wandered underneath my robe and felt my pregnant belly.
“I love you...my princess,” he whispered to me.
“I love you too, Alexander.”
This rough and hard man was all mine.
And I was his to do with as he desired.
We would be a royal family soon enough.