A/N : Well, the last chapter was Jackie&Lars and the one before that was Phillippe&Diana so it's about time we remembered another couple who are in love, the original couple themselves - Michael&Mia.

But before we get onto the story, just a quick thankyou for the reviews; ndblue123, Cassandra Anthemyst, KrystinePotterLover, Crazy Canuck, Starbright Moonlight, Ali - thanx to you peops for making me want to keep writing.

Now, on with the story...

(Disclaimer : see chapter 1)

"Mia, will you come away from that door?!" Michael begged to his wife.

"I'm not doing any harm" she whispered, "I'm only looking"

"And how would you feel if we had people watching us when you thought we were alone?"

Mia rolled her eyes and moved away from the door. Smiling, she sat back down next to her husband.

"Thankyou" h sighed, glad his wife had actually paid attention to what he had said. The silence didn't last as Mia started to giggle.

"Now what?" Michael wanted to know.

"Do you want to know what I saw?" she smiled.

"Mia!" Michael sounded shocked at her question, but he couldn't help but laugh. He loved his wife so much, but she could be such a child.

"Oh come on, you know you want to know really?" she said, playfully, and Michael gave in.

"Go on then, tell me, I'm obviously not going to get any peace until you do!"

Mia moved in close to him as if to whisper a secret. She spoke in a low voice.

"I don't want to tell you, I want to show you" she said, before tipping her head and placing her mouth over his.

"Mom! Dad!"

The impatient voice of the young prince echoed into the room, causing the Queen and her consort to part abruptly from their kiss. The door swung open and Phillippe burst in.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you" he said, immediately, closing the door behind him.

"Aren't Lars and Jackie out there" Mia gestured to the hallway, realising that her son may well have interrupted something on both sides of the door.

"No, I don't know where they've gone" the prince said quickly, "but I need to talk to you about something important"

"Okay, we're listening" Michael told his son, causing Phillippe to suddenly take notice of his parents position. They were next to each other on the sofa with barely a centimetre between them.

"Did I interrupt something?" the young man asked, making a face, not exactly appreciating the mental image of his father and mother being 'together'.

"No, nothing" Mia smiled, nervously, "now, tell us what you came to tell us" she continued, shuffling across the sofa to put some distance between her and her husband.

"Oh yeah" Phillippe was reminded of his reason for originally entering the room. "I need your advice about something, it's about, well, okay, what I'm going to say is probably going to sound stupid but I'm going to ask you anyway, how do you know if you're in love? Y'know, like, really in love?" The young man could hardly bring himself to look at his parents, which was probably a good thing given the amused expressions on the faces of the Queen and the Prince Consort.

"Well," Mia just about managed to speak without giggling, "there is no one way of knowing" she told him, "It's very hard to explain, you just, sort of, know"

"I'm guessing this is Diana that we're talking about" Michael checked. Phillippe only nodded, not willing to give a verbal answer for fear of further embarrassment.

"Then you need to give it some time" he told his son, "get to know her better, spend some time with her, then you'll know if what you think your feeling is real"

"Is that how it worked for you two?" Phillippe glanced up at his parents.

"Well, it was different for us" Mia explained, "I was best friends with your fathers sister, Aunt Lilly, so I got to know him as a friend first and then I realised what I felt for him" she smiled at her husband.

"I would agree with you," he said, "but the truth is, I felt more than friendship for you from the first time I met you"

Phillippe was pretty sure that whatever happened next was going to involve touching and kissing between his parents so he got up to make a quick exit.

"Okay, thanks, I'm going to go now"

His parents barely noticed their son slip out of the door as they fell into another passionate embrace.

On the other side of the door, Phillippe leaned against the wall and sighed. According to his parents it was best to get to know some one to know if you're in love, but then his father had practically admitted that love at first sight was possible.

There was no doubt in Phillippe's mind anymore as he thought about the girl upstairs. He was in love, but he wanted to make sure she felt the same. If she did, then he knew exactly what he wanted to do about it.

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