Drabbles of the Kingdom

Summary: Even royalty need drabbles of their life sometimes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sofia the first.

One: Cold wedding day feet

Characters: Older Sofia and Cedric.

Pairing: None. Friendship only.

Sofia placed a hand on her tiny baby bump as she found herself in Cedric's workshop.

How did this all get started again?

Oh wait there it was. The sign of nervousness.

Sofia loved Hugo and was carrying his child that they both conceived after a night of love making. Yet Amber was the one that started the whole wedding plan.

All because a bastard child would be shunned by royalty and the thought of that made Sofia care for her unborn child so much so that she agreed to the idea.

Now the idea was making her feel butterflies in her stomach as Sofia tapped Cedric on the shoulder.

"Shouldn't you in the courtyard?" Cedric asked, his voice still as Sofia knew it to be as a child.

"I-I can't," Sofia answered, taking off her simple white gloves. "I feel awful."

"Nausea potion to the left."

"Not that kind of awful Mr. Cedric! More like cold feet."

"Cold feet you say?" Cedric asked as Sofia helped him out of his chair.

"Yes. Mom said that a wedding brings change and it doesn't help that I'm already facing changes!" Sofia yelled as a blush came to her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I've been moody since I woke up."

"Well it's your wedding day and you can cry if you want to."

Sofia couldn't help but giggle. Even in his old age, Cedric still had the sense of humor that she loved.

"Tell me Sofia," Cedric muttered as he told himself to no longer use princess since she had reached her eighteenth year. "Do you love Prince Hugo?"

"Yes I do," Sofia smiled, patting her baby bump. "We've been friends for years and my baby bump is the product of our love for each other."

"So do you love the child that has you coming in here and requesting me to copy the nausea potion for you?"

"Yes! I would do anything for him or her Mr. Cedric! No matter the cost!"

"You don't say!" Cedric chuckled, handing Sofia her gloves and leading her towards the door. "If that's the case, let me get you to the courtyard. The wedding can't go on without the bride."