The first couple of months with Prince were fantastic. I have to admit, they were some of the best of my entire life. Everyday, we found out something knew about each other and would never run out of things to talk about. We would always find something to do, whether it be going out to a fancy restaurant, having a picnic at the park, and even staying in and watching movies. I couldn't believe that life had the potential of holding this much happiness. There was not a single dull moment spent with him. He was my lover and best friend. No matter how stupid of an idea I had, he would support me. He was the sun to my day and the moon to my nights, illuminating everything in my life, regardless of what was going on. Nights were the absolute best with him. Knowing that I was falling asleep next to him brought a calm feeling to my soul. Sleeping with him made me feel blessed. I don't mean having sex, although I admit, it was fantastic. But, those nights when we would just lay in bed together, my hand on his chest and his arm around me, with the window cracked so it'd be chilly and we could cuddle closer as we just fell asleep in blissful peace, those were my favorite nights. I was so sure that I had proved everyone at the wedding wrong, and that they would finally realize that time doesn't determine how ready two people are to love and marry each other.

The day we found out I was pregnant with Aidan was so emotional. I had been feeling symptoms that come with being pregnant, so I finally thought that it was time to buy a pregnancy test. At first, I was terrified. My initial thought was that it was too soon to have a child. It hadn't even been a year since I got introduced to the world of making love, and I was already going to bring a new life to this Earth. Prince and I still had so much more to explore, and so many things to learn about each other, and having a child would only get in the way. I even took five pregnancy tests because I refused to accept the fact that a living being was growing inside of me. After the fifth test turned out to be positive, there was no room left for denial. I was pregnant, and I wasn't looking forward to telling Prince.

We were sitting at the dinner table, eating the food I had prepared. I barely touched my food, not only because I had no appetite, but because I was nervous and thinking about a way of breaking the news to Prince. Prince ended up noticing that I was just playing with my food.

"What's wrong hun?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. I'm just not really hungry, I guess," I replied with hesitation and without looking up.

"No. I know something's wrong with you. Don't be afraid to tell me," he grew more concerned.

I didn't know how to form the words I'm pregnant. I would open my mouth yet nothing came out.

"It's just that… Well…," I felt words running out of my mouth, "I've been having loss of appetite and having morning sickness and today I bought a pregnancy test and took it but couldn't believe the results so I bought four more and they all said the same thing, and… well-"

"You're pregnant?" Prince finally decided to interrupt my rambling.

I nodded. He backed away. At first I thought that he was going to get infuriated, ask me why I didn't do anything to protect myself, or be more careful, but then…

"Are you serious?!" Prince asked in a happier tone than what I expected, "Honey that's great!"

He proceeded to pick me up from my chair and give me the biggest hug. His face was pushed against my ear and I heard him snuffle. Was he crying?

"I'm so happy! I've always wanted to have my own family, and now we're starting ours!" I could see the tears start to form in his as he flashed the biggest smile on his face.

"Wait, so you're not mad," I asked in complete confusion.

"Why would I be mad?"

"I just thought that you would think it was too soon to have a child."

"Of course not! We're happily married. It's never too soon to have little versions of us running around the house. I'm so excited!"

I remained quiet, slightly smiling and looking down.

"What? Do you think it's too soon?" He asked, seeming uneasy.

"No," I smiled, trying to cover up the fact that I was lying.

He just continued to grin from ear to ear and hugged me again. Was it too early?

I've always thought pregnancy was something to dread. I just felt that feeling nauseous for the majority of the day and growing bigger and bigger until you feel like you're going to pop wasn't necessarily a "beautiful" thing, but, Prince made it beautiful. He would always ask me if I was doing okay, and poor thing would always go out and buy me what I was craving, even in the middle of the night. He really does love me, was a thought that crossed my mind everyday. I couldn't imagine how it was possible for a human being to be so nice. He even threw me a baby shower. I didn't enjoy it at all, not because of how he planned it, but because of the people's reaction. One of his aunt's kept giving me mean looks and when she finally decided to speak to me, what she had to say wasn't very "congratulatory".

"Well, you two seem to be taking things quite quickly, aren't you?" She said in the rudest tone.

I was in pure disbelief, but I knew I couldn't get in a fight with her. Prince had worked so hard on planning the baby shower, and I didn't want to ruin it. So, I had to pretend I wasn't offended.

"The whole pregnancy was a surprise. But, we are both very excited for the baby's arrival."

"I'm sure you are."

"Excuse me?"

"I know that you got yourself pregnant in order to make sure you guys never get a divorce. You're just a raggedy servant who wants everybody's pity. And my nephew was dumb enough to fall into your trap."

"Are you serious?!" It took everything in me not to slap her, "I'll have you know that Prince and I are madly in love with each other, and that's the only reason we decided to marry each other! This baby is not a tool I'm using to tie him down!"

"Please," she replied with a smug look on her face, "You don't even know anything about him."

"Yes I do!"

"Alright, if you do, then what's his favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Favorite childhood memory?"

"When he and his father went fishing."

"What about his full name?"

"Prince Luke Charming."

"His middle name is Matthew." She replied, about to laugh, "Has he told you about his ex wife?"

"Ex wife?"

She proceeded to chuckle in an evil manner, the smug look still remained on her face, "I'll take as a no." She stood up and brushed off her dress and before walking off she said, "You pathetic girl. You'll never be good enough for my nephew!"

I was too distracted by the fact the Prince lied to me about his own middle name, and never mentioned that he was previously married, so I didn't reply. Prince looked over at me from a distance, smiled and waved. Had he been lying to me this whole time?