Third times the charm
David was sitting in his office looking over the latest reports, when a knock came at his door. Before he had a chance to invite his visitor in, the door swung open to reveal his wife, Mary Margret.
"Mary Margret, what can I do for you?"
"Are you busy? I can come back…"
He smiled at her.
"Well, seeing as it's either you or paperwork, you can distract me for as long as you like."
She moved to perch in the armchair on the other side of his desk. They were both silent for a moment; Mary Margret fiddling with a thread on her cuff, David watching her curiously.
"Ok, you wouldn't have come in here on a fine day like this to sit in my chair and twiddle your thumbs. What's bothering you?"
Just as Mary Margret opened her mouth to reply, a soldier burst into the room, flailing his arms about in order to regain his balance. He bowed low and cleared his throat.
"Your Majesties, bandits have been sighted in the northern tree line."
David ran his hand over his face before standing up and reaching for his sword.
"I'm sorry, Mary Margret, but this will have to wait."
His wife nodded her head.
"We can have lunch together and talk then."
David kissed her forehead and followed the soldier out of the room. Mary Margret slumped in the chair and sighed.
"Ok, what's the occasion?"
Husband and wife were sitting on a picnic rug close enough to the castle to be sure of safety, but far enough away to ensure privacy.
"No occasion, I just wanted to spend some time alone with my dashing prince.
David looked at his seemingly morose wife over the top of his chicken leg before attempting to shove the whole thing into his mouth. His attempts to lighten her mood were successful as she held her sides laughing at the sight of her husband and prince with a red face and chicken falling from his overly full mouth. Once David had managed to clear his mouth, Mary Margret looked over at him and sighed.
"Well, there is something I wanted to talk to you about. I mean, it's not great timing, with the unrest and everything….."
She was cut short by a masked swordsman charging towards them. David drew his own sword and ran to meet him.
"GO!"
Heading her husband's cry, Mary Margret ran back into the castle for help.
Later that night, David approached his wife as she was readying for bed.
"You've been trying to tell me something all day, but we've been constantly interrupted."
Mary Margret hummed as she brushed her hair. David took the brush out of her hands and continued running it down her tresses.
"Well, I promise. No more interruptions, no more bandits trying to kill us, so tell me. What is it?"
"I'm pregnant."
It took her husband a moment to comprehend what he had just been told.
"WHAT?"