A/N : Well, thank goodness ff.net is back online so I can update! I won't ramble on too long cos I know you're all impatient to see what happens next in the story. Just wanna say a quick thankyou to my wonderful reviewers; swimcc, ndblue123, stargirl888, Ali Simmons, reyn (I thought you'd be happy when Michael finally showed up in the story and good luck with your look a like), sapofbks2002, Meg*, Erin, angelica358, max4cast, rooney247 - as always it is you guys that keep me writing and updating at this speed!

Now let's find out what happened when Michael showed up.....

Disclaimer : blah blah blah.....Phillippe is my character.....blah blah blah.....Meg Cabot owns the rest.....blah blah blah

Mia felt dizzy and faint and was forced to lean on her son one side and her bodyguard the other just to remain upright. She looked at her son to gauge his reaction. He looked surprisingly calm.

"Mom, it's okay" he said, in a relaxed tone. "If you don't want to see him, I'll go and talk to him - he won't know who I am!" Mia had to smile.

"Darling, of course he would know who you are. Your picture has been in newspapers and on television all over the world and besides, you look so much like your father he couldn't help but know you were his son"

Mia let go of the two men that had been supporting her and stood up straight.

"No, I'll go and speak to him and then maybe later you can meet him, do you want to do that?"

"Yes," Phillippe said, firmly, "he is my father and he hasn't really done anything wrong, has he?"

"No he hasn't Phillippe, he is too good a man, I don't think he would know how to do anything wrong"

The queen smiled at her son and he hugged her tightly.

"I'll wait up here" he said, leaving his mother's side and making his way back down the corridor.

"He has grown up to be a bright and sensible young man" Lars commented, "He is a credit to you, your majesty"

Mia smiled, knowing he was right.

"Lars will you come with me. I need someone in the room when I talk to Michael and seeing as you are the only one here who knows..."

"I will help in any way I can, highness" he interrupted, knowing he was the only person from whom she would allow an interruption.

Mia took a deep breath as she reached the door of the room in which she would find Michael. Lars stood by her side, as always, and opened the door for her. As he did so he reminded her she had nothing to be sorry for and nothing to feel nervous about. It helped her confidence a little but she was still pretty panicked about seeing Michael after all this time and after all that had happened. As the queen of Genovia entered the room, a figure near the fireplace turned to look at her. To him, Mia had not changed at all. She was as beautiful as the last time he had seen her, in fact she was even more beautiful, if that was possible. Mia met his gaze as she walked into the room. To her, Michael had not changed either. He did not look he had aged at all since she saw him on her wedding day. She sighed as she sat on the nearest seat and Lars came into the room behind her and closed the door. He stayed beside the entrance, with the idea that if he were asked to leave he could do so quickly. He hoped for the sake of all concerned that Michael, Mia and Phillippe would at last be a family. He had watched Mia grow up from a frightened young princess to a wise and wonderful queen. He knew her as well as anyone ever could, and better than most people did, and he knew, even if she herself didn't, that the Queen was still in love with Michael Moscovitz and she always would be.

"Hi" Michael finally spoke. Mia managed to say the same and then the silence returned. Lars realised that his presence wasn't helping as Michael glanced between him, Mia and the floor. At the risk of defying his employer, his queen, his friend, he excused himself and left the room.

Suddenly, Mia might as well have been fourteen again. She felt those same feelings se had then. She had so much she wanted to say and yet she could not find the words to say any of it and if the truth be told, Michael felt exactly the same.

"I'm sorry" he said suddenly, "for coming here, I know I said I wouldn't but I couldn't stop thinking about you and our son and before I knew it I was on a plane to Genovia!" he spoke quickly, as if he was embarrassed to be speaking at all.

"It's okay" Mia answered, "I told him"

"You told him?" Michael copied.

"Yes, he knows you're his father" Mia finally looked up and her eyes met with Michael's own. She wished he didn't look so good, it was killing her being in the same room as him, just feet apart and yet it felt as if it were miles. She had no idea but he felt exactly the same. He dared to cross the room and sit on the sofa beside her. She almost stop breathing when she realised there was only inches between them now.

"Mia, I never stopped loving you, you know. You meant,......you still mean,... everything to me"

Mia knew she was blushing and she felt tears come to her eyes. She was not upset, not at all, she had just never been so overwhelmed. It was less of a shock to read in a letter that Michael still had feelings for her, but for him to be sitting beside her telling her he still loved her, it was just too much and she cried with tears of joy.

"Michael," she fought against her tears and embarrassment, determined to say what she felt, "I was never in love with Kenny. I married him because I had too"

"I know" he told her, taking hold of her hand, "I know you had to be married before the baby was born, and you chose a decent guy to be his father"

"He's not a baby anymore" Mia smiled.

"I know" Michael smiled too now, "but if he still needs a father, I want my chance to prove I can do it, and I don't know if it's possible but, if you'll have me, I want to prove I can be a good husband too" Michael dropped down from the sofa and onto one knee in front of Mia.

"Amelia, will you marry me?"

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