Two weeks later, I was waiting for my mother to call. I was wearing French fashion—a creamy white chiffon dress with a silk belt, and ruffly cap sleeves. I also had on a gold necklace, and creamy matching high heels.
Just then, my phone rang, and I knew that it was my mom. I picked it up.
"Bella, we have some bad news."
Uh-oh. "What is it?"
"James' firstborn son will become king when we die."
"WHAT?!" I shrieked. "That can't happen!"
"It's what the court agreed on."
Then an idea formed in my head.
"Tell them that my firstborn child will rule France, not James Jr."
"Not a bad idea! I'll suggest it."
Two hours later, mom called and told me that the court agreed. My cousin wasn't very happy though.
And I requested it because I was pretty sure that I was with a child. I've been showing all of the symptoms—nausea, vomiting, fatigue, frequent bathroom trips, missed period—but I wasn't ready to tell anyone. Not yet, at least.
I sighed, and walked into the bathroom. I grabbed the pregnancy tests from under the sink, and followed the instructions as I took it. Five minutes later, I checked the result: I was indeed pregnant. But how was I supposed to tell people?
I sighed, and took 3 more(all positive), hid them, and then left my chambers.
"Hello, your majesty," Alice teased, bowing down to me.
"Alice, as my sister, I need your help. Please."
"Of course, your royal highness." Alice agreed.
I grabbed her wrist, pulled her into my chambers, locked the doors, and dragged her into the bathroom. I took out the tests and handed them to her.
She squealed. "You're pregnant?"
"Yeah….."
She attacked me in a hug. "Congratulations!"
I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Yeah."
"You're going to be a great mom."
"What's going on in here?" Edward asked. "I could hear Alice's squeals from down the hall."
"Do you want to tell him, or should I?"
"I'm his Queen and wife, I should." I took a deep breath, and stepped forwards.. "Edward, darling, I'm pregnant."
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"I'm pregnant". Those words ran through my head, over and over again.
"What? How?"
She rolled her eyes. "We never used protection, did we?"
"I guess not."
I watched her hands fall to her stomach. She was pregnant! This was real! Oh my god! I'm going to be a dad!
I slowly walked over to her, placed my hand on her stomach, and smiled at her. We were going to be great parents.