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Anyway, here is the next chapter...

Disclaimer : They're not mine, except Phillippe - I think you know this by now!

"Hey Lars" Phillippe came down the stairs, calling to the bodyguard who was outside the door of the room where he had left the Queen and her ex-boyfriend. "What's going on?"

"Sshhhh" Lars signalled, leaning against the door.

"Lars, are you eavesdropping on my parents?" he asked with fake shock.

"Well, your majesty, I was simply concerned for your mothers well-being and..." Lars mumbled having taken the Prince seriously.

"It was a joke" Phillippe assured him, "I had to lighten the mood some how, it's been a tense afternoon" he to leaned towards the door now.

Lars smiled at the young man, who looked so like another, older man beyond the door in front of them. That older man, his father whom he never knew, was on one knee in front of the Queen of Genovia, at that very moment, asking for a chance to be, not only a proper father to his son, but also a husband to the woman he loved before and still loved now and would love forever.

"So, what do you say?" Michael asked Mia, after a few moments of silence.

"I don't know" Mia managed to say. She really had no idea what to say. Her heart wanted her to say yes but her head told her it could be a big mistake. Phillippe did not know his father and there was still a chance he wouldn't want too. If he did not approve of her marrying Michael she wasn't sure if she could do it. Plus she hadn't seen this man for over sixteen years. He looked more or less the same and he said he still loved her but she had no guarantee he was the same person emotionally and she knew she certainly wasn't.

"I'm sorry, I juts don't know" she sobbed, snatching her hand away from him, and running out of the room, almost bowling Lars and Phillippe over as she burst out of the door.

"Mia!" Michael called through he open door, but she didn't stop. She ran to her room and collapsed on her bed in tears. She really did not know what to do for the best.

Downstairs, Phillippe was panicked by his mothers outburst. At first he was going to run after her but decided first to see what his father had to say for himself. Whilst Lars went upstairs to check on Mia, Phillippe took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

Michael sat of the sofa again, his head in his hands.

"What have I done?!" he said to himself, unaware of Phillippe's presence.

"That's just what I want to know!"

Michael looked up from his hands and into the face of a young man he thought he would never see in the flesh. The shock overwhelmed him. He knew what his son looked like, he'd seen his picture in the papers and on television and he knew when he came on his visit that he would meet him but to came face to face with him like this was a great shock to Michael Moscovitz.

"Phillippe" he said, simply. He stood up suddenly and wrapped his arms around his son. Phillippe had been angry when he thought this man had upset his mother but he was after all his father and he really did not want to start a row with him on their first meeting.

As Michael pulled away from his son, Phillippe noticed tears in his fathers eyes. It was obvious he was glad to see him and whatever he might have done wrong in the past, Phillippe was sure he could forgive him, after all it seemed that his mother had.

"So, you're my real father?" he asked, pointlessly.

"Yes" Michael nodded, "and I want you to know I always regretted not being a part of your life and I just wished I had have married your mother when I had the chance"

"I know" Phillippe assured him, tears coming to his own eyes now. "What's wrong with my Mom" he asked next, remembering his reason for originally entering the room.

Michael smiled and sat back down.

"I did a stupid thing and I upset her" he told his son, "I asked her to marry me, Phillippe. How do you feel about that?"

The young prince was not sure how he felt about it. He had only known for a few hors that this man was his father and he had only actually known the man for about five minutes. He wasn't entirely sure why this proposal had upset his mother so much. He was pretty sure she was still in love with this guy, even after all this time and despite all that had happened.

"I don't know" Phillippe answered his father honestly, "but whatever happens you are my Dad and I want to get to know you"

Michael was unbelievably happy to hear that. He had been worried that his son would take the news about Kenny not being his real father badly and that he would resent him for leaving Mia when she needed him most but he had been brought up well, Michael knew that, and even at the age of sixteen he was very grown up and sensible. As much as Michael had disliked Kenny for marrying the girl he was in love with and who was carrying his child, he had to admit he had been a good friend and a good husband to Mia and he had obviously been a good father to Phillippe.

"I'm glad you said that because more than anything else in the world I just want to be able to be a proper father to you. I know I'm a little late," he tried to smile, "but I really want a chance to prove I can do it" Phillippe managed a smile too.

"I guess I have a lot of family I don't know about" he said, sitting down beside his father.

"Yes" Michael relaxed a little now, as he began to feel excepted by his son, "Yes, your Aunt Lilly especially wants to meet you, in fact she's in Genovia. When I told her I was coming she absolutely insisted on coming with me"

"She was Mom's best friend, right?" Phillippe remembered the photographs his mother had shown him earlier.

"Yes she was" Michael told him, "they were very good friends and I guess their falling out was my fault too..." he trailed off, as his guilt returned.

"It's all right, you can't keep blaming yourself" his son told him, "you're here now and so is my aunt and we have to leave the past in the past" Phillippe surprised himself at how adult and sensible he was being.

"It looks like you didn't need my help to become a wise young man" Michael observed, "but then I knew Mia would make a great mother as well as a excellent Queen"

Phillippe smiled but then remembered his mothers state.

"I hope Mom is okay" he said, seriously.

"Should I go and talk to her?" Michael offered.

"No, Lars has gone to her, and if I know my Mom, she cry about it, write in her diary about it, yell about it and then she'll be okay"

Michael couldn't help but laugh.

"Yep, that sounds like my Mia!"

A/N : As usual, you review and I'll update - if my fingers don't drop off from constant fabfic word-processing!