The baby shower had finally ended, and I couldn't be happier. It was difficult acting like everything was fine when all I wanted to do was interrogate Prince. But, I knew I couldn't do that. Besides, it was likely that his aunt was just lying to ruin our relationship. She had never been fond of me. It would make sense that she would try to put lies into my head that would make me question my marriage with her nephew.

I continued reading the baby book I had bought that supposedly told you everything you need to know about motherhood. But, the thought of Prince having lied to me would flood my focus on my my book. Even after the many attempts of trying to convince myself that everything Prince's aunt had said were just lies, there was the thought in the back of my head. Could it be true?

Prince's approaching footsteps interrupted my thinking. I needed to act as normal as possible.

"Hey babe," he said as he crawled under the covers, his exhaustion noticeable.

"Hey hon," I replied, still looking down at my book pretending that I was reading.

He turned over and looked up at me with his beautiful glistening eyes.

"You look like a sexy librarian in those reading glasses," he mumbled in a sensual tone, biting his lip afterwards. God, he turned me on so much.

"Oh stop," I chuckled, "you only say that because you know that I feel like a huge whale with my belly."

He laughed, as touched my belly. His head came close to it.

"You hear that? Your mom doesn't recognize how beautiful she is."

I couldn't help but smile, and blush a little. Prince was the best man out there, and I was convinced. And he was all mine.

"So, did you like the baby shower?" Prince asked, still looking up at me.

"I loved it! Thank you so much sweety for organizing it," I grinned as I leaned in to kiss his soft lips.

"Anything for you baby," he whispered, interrupting our kiss, "Did everything go alright?"

"Yeah," I hesitated, and it was obvious to Prince.

"What happened?"

"Well, your aunt. She, um, she just said some things is all. Nothing too serious," I replied, hoping he wouldn't ask me what she said. He always knew when I was lying.

"Man, it's always something with that woman! Why can't she just be happy for me? Don't listen to her. That old hag always thinks that she is better than everyone else. But truth is, she's irrelevant. That's why my uncle left her!" Anger was starting to take over his tone.

"Babe, it's okay, really. I didn't pay much attention to her anyway. Nothing could ruin this spectacular night." I kissed him again, knowing that the power of it would calm him down.

"Alright, but just tell me if she ever bothers you again. I'll protect you."

"Okay."

He finally laid back down, cuddling up next to me and getting comfortable under the covers.

"Wait! We haven't even decided a name for our son," Prince said as he sat up quickly.

"I guess we haven't really discussed it since we've been so busy with all of this baby shower stuff. I was thinking Prince Jr."

"That's a terrible name," he chuckled.

"I thought it was kind of cute, " I took off my glasses and smiled at him, "and its your name," I said, giving him a little punch on the arm.

"Yeah, but I really hate my name."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I guess it's because it's Prince. Who names their son Prince? This isn't a fairy tale," he said as he laid his head down on my lap. I ran my fingers through his soft, freshly washed hair.

"How about Christopher?" I suggested. I had always liked that name.

"Mm, that name is way too common," he replied,"but, I've always really like the name Aidan."

"Aidan?"

"Yeah, it has a nice ring to it. Aidan. Aidan. Aidan," Prince said in different tones.

I couldn't help but giggle. It did have a nice ring to it.

"Aidan," I whispered. The name rolled off my tongue so smoothly, "I actually really like it."

I smiled afterwards, envisioning our little Aidan roaming around our house. He finally had a name.

I was 2 a.m. and I felt something wet in between my legs. My initial thought was that I peed myself. But then I began feeling sharp pains on my lower stomach. Oh my gosh.

"Honey!" I said loudly and shook Prince awake.

"Wh-what's wrong?" He sounded panicked, rubbing his eyes in attempts to wake himself up.

"I think that my water," I said, my nervousness seeping through.

"Oh my gosh! Holy shit! Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Prince was fully awake now.

"Yeah. I feel sharp pains and I think they might be contractions."

"Whoa. Tonight's the night little Aidan is born," he said with the tone a little kid gets when they're told they're going to Disneyland.

"I'm glad you're excited and everything, but right now's not the best time because-" A contraction. "Oh fuck!"

"Is everything okay Cinderella?" Prince asked, extremely worried.

"Let's just go to the fucking hospital."

On our way to the hospital, the only sound was my cursing. The pain from the contractions were unlike any other. And I thought period cramps were bad! I couldn't wait to get this little child out. Not only because I was excited to finally meet Aidan, but because this pain was unbearable!

As soon as we arrived to the hospital, I was put into a wheelchair and wheeled to the delivery room. So many emotions were going through my head. I had 9 months to prepare, I've read all the books that explain this parenting and birthing stuff. Why was I still scared?! I was panting as much as a dog on a summers day. I heard that the pain was terrible, but was it really this bad? Can a human really bare this much pain? The doctor came in, introduced herself and told me everything that was going to need to happen. In order to start, she would have to check how dilated I was, which meant, yup, having to put her fingers up there. I was so uncomfortable. But soon, the awkwardness turned into pure pain from the contractions.

"FUCK!"

"It's going to be okay, soon we will give you epidural in order to take some of that pain away sweety, alright?" The doctor seemed to be extremely calm, even though all that could be heard coming from me were curse words. I just nodded. I wanted to ask her when that would be because I didn't know how much more pain I could take. But, I stayed quiet. As the pain took over my body, with every contraction becoming less and less separated in time, I began regretting this whole pregnancy. I didn't understand how this much pain could be felt. Then, I began thinking that this wasn't going to be the worst part. The baby was going to have to come out of a tiny hole. I gulped.

Prince finally walked into the room. "How are you doing, hon?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Other than the fact that I'm going to be shoving a baby out of my vag, I'd say alright."

Prince couldn't help but laugh. "You can always find something humorous about everything. You're doing great babe." He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead.

"I'm all sweaty and you still kiss me," I chuckled. "How are you not grossed out?"

"Because I love you. Now, if you were a 60 year-old sweaty man, I would've vomited a little in my mouth." Our laughs harmonized.

Another contraction. "Shit! When are they gonna get that fucking epidural!"

Prince chuckled.

"This isn't funny Prince! It hurts!" I loudly said with exasperation.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He tried to catch his breath, "It's just that I have never heard you cuss before and it's more adorable than intimidating."

There was something so calming about him. The way he laughed, his smile, the way his eyes looked at me. I didn't know what it was, but I ended up grinning at the comment he made.

After several hours of being an extreme pain, the doctor put her fingers up there for what seemed to be the hundredth time. But, this time she looked at me with excitement.

"It's time. You're 10 centimeters dilated"

I couldn't believe those words had come out of her mouth. Although I had been praying for this baby to already come out so the pain could stop, I wasn't ready yet. I saw Prince out of the corner of my eye. He was almost jumping with excitement.

"It's time to meet our baby!" He said.

"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be." I whispered, in complete panic.

"Alright hon, when I tell you to push, I'm going to need you to push as hard as you can. Don't be worried if you poop a little, it's absolutely common." The doctor said in the most casual voice.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

"Alright, push!"

I pushed with all my forces, feeling more pain than when I was having contractions. When is this going to be over?! It took about 10 long pushes before I heard the high pitched crying coming from my leg area. I opened my eyes, and right in front of me was my baby. It was Aidan. Out of nowhere, tears starting forming in my eyes. He was so beautiful.

They wrapped him up in a blanket and handed him to me. I was so scared to hold him. Not only because I had never actually held a newborn, but because he looked so delicate. I couldn't get over how angelic he looked. He looked up at me with his foggy eyes, and we made eye contact for the first time. It was the most majestic thing I had ever experienced. Prince walked up to my side, tears streaming down his face as he flashed his perfect smile. He kissed me and Aidan on the forehead.

"He's perfect." Prince said, with a soothing and calming tone.

We arrived home after 3 days of being at the hospital. It felt so relieving being at home, smelling the fresh flowers that I had received from family and friends as presents. As soon as we got home, we allowed Aidan to test out his new crib in his beautiful nursery I had spent so many months preparing. He was sound asleep. With the little free time I had, I decided to go downstairs and meet up with Prince. I never got tired of his presence.

As I got downstairs, I called out his name. There was no answer. I walked into the living room to find a note saying "I didn't want to bother you while you were putting the baby to sleep. I'll be back in a bit. I love you." On the side he drew heart. I set the baby monitor on the table and approached the flowers. I wanted to see who they were from so I could send them thank you cards. I walked to the first bouquet that caught my attention, some beautiful pink tulips. I looked for the name card and when I finally did find it, my heart sank. It was from Prince's aunt. "Congrats on the baby. But, this doesn't change the past. xoxo Aunt Priscilla." I had completely forgotten about the supposed lies that Prince had told me. I had finally thought that everything was going to be okay, and that there was already a solution to each of my worries. Apparently there wasn't.

After several weeks, I still couldn't stop thinking about the words Prince's aunt had told me. They were imprinted in my brain. Although caring for Aidan did take up a lot of my time, after he woke me up every night for the 5th time, the thoughts still scurried into my brain. I wasn't only losing sleep because of my beautiful baby boy, but also because of the fact the Prince might have had an ex-wife that he had never mentioned. My thoughts were killing me. I had to ask Prince about it.

The day came when my patience was gone and my anxiousness was up. I waited for Prince to come home from his night out with the guys. I also made sure that he was calm. I approached him as soon as he sat down on the couch, giving him a shoulder rub.

"How was the night out with the guys?" I asked casually.

"It was great. Larry is one crazy ass guy when he's drunk. The guy accidentally threw a dart at someone and nearly stabbed him. That's when we got kicked out."

"Ha ha, that sounds like an interesting night," I laughed along. "Hey, if you weren't planning to go to bed or anything, I'd like to talk to you about something serious."

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Well, remember when we had Aidan's baby shower and I told you about your aunt Priscilla and how she was running her mouth?" I tried to cover up the nervousness I felt, but failed.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Well, she thought that I barely knew you, and that I tried to tie you down and all this other stuff. So she began asking questions to see if I really did know you."

"And?" Prince grew concerned.

"Well, she mentioned that your middle name isn't Luke, it's actually Matthew." Silence. "And also that you have an ex wife."

"And you fucking believed her, huh? Of course you fucking would. You're just like her. You don't even believe your own husband?" The calm man in front of me turned into the devil in under a second.

"I didn't say that. I was just curious as to why she said that."

"Because she's an old fucking hag that doesn't have anything better to do with her life. And from the looks of it, you're becoming like her. You fucking dumb ass bitch!" This wasn't the Prince I knew. He all of a sudden turned into a person with a demon like character.

"Why are you getting so mad?! I just told you this because it concerned me. I just wanted to know the truth."

"I have been telling you the truth from day one! Do you not fucking see that?! No, of course not, because you're stupid as shit!" He turned his back to me, pacing back and forth, the fires of hell visible in his eyes.

"Don't talk to me like that!" I replied, sick and tired of being cursed at.

"You watch your fucking tone. Oh my God I could just choke you right now!"

I felt the presence of danger. No, no, no he wouldn't do that to me. He's just really upset right now. He- Before I could finish my thought, I felt something hit my cheek, hard. So hard that I went flying back and fell to the ground. Before the burning sensation and my reaction could even come, all of a sudden I felt the inability to breathe. Two enormous hands were around my neck. He was actually doing it. He was actually choking me. He looked me dead in the eyes as he was doing it. He was watching me struggle to get his grip off of me. He was holding down my kicking legs with his own. Yet, he didn't stop. He looked at me with such anger in his eyes and face. As my life was slipping out of my body, I felt a sense of relief from my neck. I still struggled to breathe, coughing ferociously as Prince got up, grabbed his keys, and left. As the sound of his truck engine roared off and his tires squealed, I lay on the floor, almost lifeless, unable to attend to Aidan's crying.