Heeeey everyone. This is my first Princess Diaries story.
I kinda have an empty stories list, considering 4 of my stories got reported.
So here's the first chapter!
PS: It's Mia/Andrew. So all those who don't support this couple can leave now.
PPS: It's rated M for later chapters. Just warning you.
"Mia? Are you coming to…bed?" Andrew asked his wife nervously.
"Yes, Andrew. I'll be there." Mia replied softly.
She turned around and stared out the window, biting her lip to suppress her giggles. She was not one to laugh at situations like this, but truthfully, she didn't know to burst out into laughter or sobs.
Her heart ached for Nicholas. His gorgeous blue eyes, his honey coated voice, his loving touch…
She sighed sadly.
Everything she did seemed to remind her of him. It was like a test the world threw upon her… a test to see if she would be faithful to Andrew. Both she and he knew that she wasn't loyal during their engagement. She felt horrible.
Mia thought about what her mother said before she left.
"Mia!" Helen Thermopolis-O'Connell cried as she rushed after the bride.
"Mom!" Mia cried happily as she threw her arms around her mother.
"You did it!" Helen exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah…I did." Mia smiled weakly, turning her head to look over at her husband.
"Mia…" Helen started worriedly.
"Mom…I…" Mia started to stutter. "I really do want to stay with Andrew…"
"Do you? Honestly?" Helen asked knowingly.
"I do." Mia repeated confidently.
Helen nodded.
"I just…I don't know how." She admitted quietly as she rested her head on her mother's shoulder.
"Even though your heart isn't in it," Helen whispered, "Try your best to be the woman of his dreams."
She thought about how Andrew had tried to be the best fiancé he could be during their engagement, and Mia vowed to be the best wife she could be. He deserved it, her country deserved it… she needed to do this.
As of this afternoon, Mia officially gained the title of "wife". The ceremony lasted pleasantly. Mia walked down the aisle, slowly taking deep breaths, constantly reminding herself to not run away. Andrew didn't deserve that.
Her grandmother talked to her before the wedding, telling her to do what her heart told her. Her heart told her she had to go through with it, no matter how much pain it would take.
The reception was sweet and simple, but during the first dance, Mia could swear she saw steam come out of the viscount's ears. She cleverly hid her smirk with Andrew's shoulder. He thought she wouldn't do it. Secretly, though…neither did she. It was maybe the lack of Nicholas' stunning blue eyes that kept her feet firmly on the ground.
Mia had learned to accept the fact that she and Nick could never be together…so she turned her full attention to Andrew.
The goodbyes to the guests and the press seemed to last for eternity, but finally, the newlywed couple was on a private jet to France, for their honeymoon.
…
"Oh, mon Dieu!" The receptionist squealed as Andrew stepped up to the front desk. "You are the princess of Genovia!"
"Actually, no. I'm Andrew Jacoby." Andrew joked as Mia giggled from behind. "I'm here to check in."
"Ah, oui! Yes!" The receptionist nodded while typing swiftly on the computer.
Mia smiled at Andrew and tapped his forearm gently. Andrew replied by squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"The honeymoon suite! I would have guessed! I saw your wonderful wedding on the television!" The receptionist exclaimed in her thick French accent. "Très romantique! Very romantic! I could feel the love from all the way here!"
Mia stifled a laugh as she and Andrew shared a look.
"Here is the key to the honeymoon suite." The receptionist grinned suggestively.
"Ah, yes. We have plans." Mia smiled sweetly as Andrews eyes popped out of his head.
"Mia…" He whispered.
"Yes, great plans of removing all our clothes," Mia continued, ignoring her husband, who looked mortified. "Throwing ourselves into bed…"
"Mia!" He exclaimed urgently.
"Putting on pajamas and watching "I love Lucy" in French, after having a very in depth conversation about how people sound so different in a foreign language." Mia smirked.
Andrew had to laugh. Mia had such an interesting sense of humor.
"Merci." She smiled at the shocked receptionist as she grabbed her key.
Andrew smiled as he watched her walk away.
"You coming?" Mia asked.
"Yes, dear!"
…
Mia sighed and let a tear fall from her cheek.
She wanted to go home, run into Nicholas's waiting arms…
She shook her head frantically.
Andrew didn't deserve it.
Mia dried her eyes and stared determinedly out into the starry sky.
She was going to be the best wife to Andrew…
She stood silently for a moment, trying to think of ways to please him…without pleasing him.
Think "Sexy Mia". What would "Sexy Mia" do?
Mia scoffed to herself.
"Sexy Mia?" How on earth am I, the most possibly klutziest girl in the world, appear sexy?
Mia took a deep breath and turned around.
"Well, I'm going to go get ready." Mia moved towards her suitcase and grabbed what she needed. Her shampoo, conditioner, underwear…
She mentally slapped her forehead for letting Brigitte and Brigitta pack her bag.
They packed all the essentials, but her underwear and sleepwear were…less than she hoped.
They packed the skimpiest, tiniest, most revealing lingerie, and all her nightgowns were see-through and went barely past her hipbones.
"You've got to be kidding me." She moaned quietly, blushes rising to her cheeks. She wanted sexy…but this?
"What did you say, Mia?" Andrew asked as he walked over. He took one look at what was in her suitcase and blushed. "Oh."
"Yep. My ladies maids are crazy." Mia rolled her eyes. Think calm, sexy, confident... men like that, right? Do. Not. Panic. Andrew is your HUSBAND. He's SUPPOSED to see your underwear…
"Well, uhm…is there anything you could…" Andrew stuttered.
"Put over top?" Mia finished for him. She dug deeper and underneath her shoes found a pack of condoms. Frantically she covered them up. "Not by the looks of it."
"Well, you could wear one of my shirts?" He suggested. "Though it might not cover underneath the waist much more than those…nightgowns, it should keep your arms warm."
Mia nodded slowly. What would sexy Mia do?
He handed her a navy blue shirt and she leaned over to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"Thanks, Andrew." She smiled as she walked to the bathroom.
"Anytime." Andrew stammered, shocked by Mia's gentile lips against his. They had shown affection before…partly for the press, and the other time to figure out if they had "Sparks" or not. At the time, they clearly had not. Something about that kiss, though… It had left a sort of…feeling. It wasn't fireworks, but the slightest tingle was left lingering on Andrew's lips.
"Oh, Andrew?"
"Yes?"
"I'm going to have a long bubble bath. May take a while." Mia explained.
"Sure." Andrew nodded.
The door clicked shut.
From inside, Mia took a deep breath and leaned against the door.
This is for you, Andrew.
…
Andrew smiled to himself as he turned to his own suitcase, hoping his mom packed more suitable clothes for him than Mia's ladies maids had packed for her. He opened it and on top of everything was a note.
Hello son,
"My father…" Andrew said to himself. His mom always called him "Honey" or "Baby". His father was far more professional.
I took the liberty of packing your bag for you; your mother had a checklist and everything. Me being myself lost the checklist, so I packed everything I though you needed. As you know, my mental lists are never as good as your mother's ones, so I also gave you extra money to buy everything I left out.
Please don't tell her, and have fun.
Andrew laughed as he noticed the several times his father underlined the word "Fun".
He looked at his suitcase and in the side pocket was a wallet and a pack of…
"Condoms?" Andrew whispered, and eyed the bathroom door, hoping that Mia wouldn't come out when he was taking them out to hide them. He quickly grabbed them and stuffed them underneath his shoes.
He shook his head and reached to grab his bathroom necessities, thinking about grabbing his sleeping clothes later.
He sat on the bed, waiting. He examined the room and went through the mini fridge, noticing the bottles of champagne.
He turned on the TV and started to watch some drama. It was all in French.
"Oh, c'était toi!"
"Ah oui! Moi!"
"Non! Pourquoi? Tu avais oublié tous on a dit? À-propos l'amour!? »
An hour and a half had passed, and Mia still hadn't left the comforts of the bathroom.
"Mia?" Andrew called as he knocked on the door.
"Yes?" Mia's voice replied from inside.
"So you haven't died!" Andrew laughed.
"I told you I was going to take a long time."
"Yes…" Andrew agreed, "But this is crazy."
"But you haven't even seen the bathroom before! There's a basket of soap bombs in the corner, it's amazing! There was rose petals all over, and candles! All rose!" Mia gushed.
"Great." Andrew said sarcastically, "But I need the bathroom too!"
"Ugh!" Mia moaned. "Not yet!"
"Mia!" Andrew whined.
There was a pause.
"Just come in then!" Mia called.
"In there?" Andrew asked.
"Yes…in here." Mia said slowly.
Seem sexy…you are confident; this is your husband you are trying to seduce. My God! What if it works out too well? And he wants to…oh my. Just be confident. The woman of his dreams.
"But…"
"The pinkish bubbles still cover me, plus, we're married!" Mia laughed, trying to hide her nervousness.
"Fine…I'm coming." Andrew sighed as he opened the door.
He was instantly hit by the strong aroma of roses.
"Wow." Andrew gasped, waving his hand frantically in front of his nose.
"Yes, isn't it wonderful?" Mia sighed happily, taking a sip of champagne. She silently crossed her fingers underwater that he thought the pink of her cheeks was the water.
"That's one way to put it." Andrew laughed turning to Mia.
She was glowing. The tub was surrounded by rose petals and candles. Near her head was a champagne bucket. The water was pink, and up to her neck, though her toes were peaking out. The bubbles were old, so they weren't exactly covering everything.
"Uhm…" Andrew turned away swiftly.
"Oh, be a man, Jacoby!" Mia teased. "Roses can't hurt you. Well, other than the thorns…but everything else can't hurt you. "
Andrew laughed and turned to the sink and started to brush his teeth.
Mia swished around in the bathtub. The water was getting colder, and three of the candles died out. She realized that Andrew was done. Think confident.
"Andrew? Can you pass me a towel?" Mia asked.
"Oh, sure." He grabbed one and was about to pass it to her when she stood up, fully exposed.
"Whoa! Mia!" Andrew gasped. His eyes started to trail downwards but he automatically shot up.
"Andrew, we're married. Now pass." Mia signaled to the towel as her teeth chattered slightly. "I'm cold."
"Right."
"Thanks."
"I'm going to go change." Andrew nodded, turning round to hide the pink in his cheeks. He just saw Mia…naked. Wow she was gorgeous…
Andrew shook his head, trying to get rid of all those thoughts. He concentrated fully on his suitcase.
In shock, Andrew realized that his father packed everything he needed…for one day. So that the shirt he gave to Mia was the only sleeping shirt he had.
He changed out of his normal clothes and into his pajama pants. There he stood shirtless, not knowing what exactly to do.
From inside the bathroom, Mia giggled. A man saw her naked. Her head was spinning slightly from all the champagne, but nothing too intense. She slipped on her underwear and nightgown. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she blushed to herself. She had to admit she felt pretty sexy.
Nicholas would love you in this.
Mia slapped that thought out of her head, and sighed sadly.
She missed him. During the wedding, she had every urge to just run into his waiting arms. If only he had shown up… She loved him, and she was sure he loved her. Nothing could happen now though…she was married.
Slipping on Andrew's shirt, she reminded herself that it was her husband's shirt she was wearing. Andrew's shirt.
Her fingers traced the seams. It was the softest material she had ever felt. She squeezed it closer, trying to absorb its smell. There was something about Andrew's sent…
She tried to fasten the buttons, but her fingers kept missing. It was probably the champagne.
"'Drew?" Mia called out, walking out of the bathroom.
"Yes?" Andrew turned around and Mia tried not to gawk.
He was shirtless. Mia's eyes traced his built chest, as she struggled not to drool.
"Oh, I'm sorry about this, but I'm afraid I have to go shirtless tonight. Father forgot the rest of my clothes." Andrew smiled sheepishly. "But if it bothers you, I could change into a dress shirt, and, I don't know, steam it out in the morning."
"Bothers me?" Mia flirted. "My friend, you should be put under arrest. Keeping that from the world should be a crime."
Andrew chuckled. It was becoming more and more obvious how Mia's drunkenness was taking over.
"What did you need?"
"Ah, yes... these buttons won't work." Mia sighed playfully. "I think they hate me."
"Impossible. Nobody could hate you." Andrew smiled as he did up the first button slowly.
Andrew felt tortured. Mia was flirting with him, and he was flirting back. She was the sexiest he'd ever seen her. The shortest nightgown possible, which was slightly damp, making it more see-through than it was. He tried not to admit it, but all this was getting him…
"Hard?" Mia giggled.
"What?" Andrew stammered.
"You've been working on that one button for the longest time."
"My apologies." He smiled, looking in her eyes.
Mia laughed and stared into his. She gasped silently as she was lost in his dark brown eyes. They were like pools of chocolate. She wondered why she had never noticed them before…
Nicholas, her mind screamed. You were too busy with Nicholas.
Andrew continued on the buttons, moving extremely slowly, his fingers teasing her abdomen.
"Drew! That tickles!" Mia laughed, slapping his arm away.
"Mia, it's the only way I can do this." Andrew smiled.
"I can to it myself, thank you." Mia laughed as she, once again attempted to fasten the buttons.
"I can see how well it's headed." Andrew teased.
"It's not so easy." Mia pouted playfully.
Andrew reached for the buttons and Mia squealed.
"Andrew! That tickles." She squealed and skipped backwards.
"Hm, is it that I found her majesties ticklish spot?" Andrew laughed as her lunged for her stomach.
"Andrew! No!" Mia laughed, hopping on the bed.
"Rawr!" Andrew teased as he grabbed her legs, pulling her down.
"DREW!" Mia screeched as he tickled her.
It seemed to go on for eternity until the sound of a knock on the door came. Andrew stopped, and stared to see who had interrupted them.
"I'll get it!" Mia announced happily as she struggled to move from underneath his weight.
Andrew laughed. "This is not over, Thermopolis."
"Thermopolis-Renaldi-Jacoby."
"Excuse me?"
"I am married to you, am I not?" Mia asked softly.
Andrew blushed slightly and nodded.
Mia giggled as she walked to the door. She swung it open, shocked to see who was there.
"Nicholas?"
There's the first chapter.
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Haaaazel.