This story was called UNDERCOVER, but i decided that i didn't like that title for this story so i decided to change it and as i was doing that i started reading through it and starting making changes I really hope you guys still like the story I've changed the chapters that I already had posted and should have them all posted again by friday night then i can start working on the rest of the story. I hope you all like the changes that i have made and will continue to read the story.

Prologue

"He knew." Cristina Mendes whispered into the dark bathroom as she read the white plastic stick in front of her that held two lines. Sitting on the bench in front of her vanity she placed her hand over her stomach and thought back to the last time she saw her husband.

Hurrying to her feet she knelt beside him picking his head up from the cold ground and placing it on her lap and placing a hand over the gun shot wound in his chest. Trying her hardest not to cry she whispered "Everything's going to be fine, Tony is calling for help. Just hang in there a little bit."

"Cristina,"

"Sh, Alex you need to rest, don't talk right now. Whatever it is you can tell me later after the doctors take care of you."

Alex took hold of her hand covering his bloody chest. "You have to promise me something, Cristina. Promise me that you'll take care of yourself and our baby."

"Alex please save your energy we can talk about having kids later."

"There is not going to be a later Princess, promise me that you will take care of our baby."

"Alex you can't leave me, I need you. I can't live without you." Cristina cried.

"Promise." He could barely speak now, his touch becoming colder and his skin whiter by the second.

"I promise." She cried and he reached his hand up to her face tracing her bottom lip with his thumb.

"Ti amo principessa." He whispered before his eyes slowly closed as he drifted away from her.

Cristina wiped the tears from her eyes as she stood from the bench and dropped the stick into the trash can beside her. "Well Alex you always did have a habit of being a know it all." She smiled through her tears. Walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom she shared with her husband for the past eight years, she walked out on to the balcony and looked down at the country her and husband lived and would one day rule over. As she leaned on the cement wall in front of her she felt the light spring air flew over her as the sun began rose casting an orange glow over the beaitful country below. She heard the waves crash against the shore the smell of the ocean was a calming smell as it tickled her nose.

Since the accident Alex's father the King of Isole dei Re was not doing so good and everyone feared that he would pass into the next life very soon which would put Cristina in the place of Queen something she at one time couldn't wait to happen. But now with Alex gone she would have to rule by herself unless she re-married, which was something she didn't even want to think about right now, Alex has only been gone a few months there was no way she was going to re-marry while she was expecting his child, how could she re-marry, her and Alex had been together since they were kids, even though he was older then her he never once told her she wasn't allowed to follow him and his twin brother Tony the three of them went everywhere together.

"Alex what am I going to do I can't take over this country by myself, you just had to go and leave me didn't you." She paused and looked over towards the ocean watching the waves hit the shore; she and Alex took walks down on the shore, she hadn't been down there since his death, how she missed those together talking of their future and their dreams, their wants and their needs.

"Maybe I should do what you suggested a year ago. Take some time away, go back to the states. I do have a degree in journalism maybe I could work at a paper or something like that. Maybe If I clear my head I'll feel better."

"Do you always talk to your self?" Cristina turned around to face her brother in law Tony; it still hurt to look at him, he was the spitting image of Alex the only difference being Alex's curl, he had a curl of hair that always fell in the middle of his forehead it used to make his so made but Cristina loved it. He walked over to stand beside her and leaned against the wall with her.

"I never talk to myself, I talk to Alex." She smiled.

"Are you really going to leave?"

"Maybe," she looked at him for a reaction, there wasn't one. "I think it'll do my some good Tony. Everywhere I go and look I see images of Alex and me and I can't take it anymore." She placed a hand over her stomach. "And right now I need as little stress as possible."

Tony looked at her and smiled. "So Alex was right after all, you know he told me for two weeks that you were going to have his baby by the end of the year."

"I just found out. I'm not sure how far along I am." Tony pulled her to him in a loving embrace.

"I always said you would make a great mom and I'm happy it's finally happening. I'm just sorry that Alex isn't here to watch everything happen."

"Oh you better believe he's watching everything." Cristina whispered as a tear fell down her cheek.

"You do what you need to do, don't worry about anything around here. I'll take care of it. You just go, get away, go somewhere where no one knows who you are and relax take some time for you. I'll explain everything to dad." Tony started toward the door way.

"Tony," he stopped and turned back around to her. "If something happens to daddy and I decide not to take over I want you to take control. Alex and I believed that you would be better at it then him and I know that you'll be better at it then me."

"You don't have to decide that now, think about it for a couple months."