A/N : Since ff.net has been down I've got two chapters at once for you! After this there will be just one more chapter and then this story is complete. Thanx tothe following people for the reviews; Crazy Canuck (I've got a couple of ideas for new stories, but I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do yet), Slytherin Chick, Cassandra Anthemyst, sapofbks2002, ndblue123, meghan (Mia was 20 when she got pregnant in the first story and now her son, Philippe, is 18 so she would be 38), Starbright Moonlight, Clavel, WNTrumpet, KrystinePotterLover.

Anyway, on with the story so all you guessers can find out if you're right about what's going to happen next...

(Disclaimer : see chapter 1)

In the limousine, on the way to the museum, Phillippe and Lars travelled in silence, both deep in their own thoughts, until the younger man decided to speak.

"Lars can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Phillippe" the bodyguard smiled, always happy to help the prince if he could.

"Do you mind me liking Diana?"

Lars laughed slightly.

"Why would I mind that you like her? She likes you too"

Phillippe blushed a little at that but he smiled too.

"You love Jackie, don't you?" he asked next.

"Yes" Lars's answer came immediately, "I do love her, very much"

"Yeah, but how does she know that you do?" Phillippe continued to be inquisitive. Lars looked confused by the question, so the prince tried to clarify what he meant.

"I mean, you know that you love her, but how does she know how you feel? How do you tell her or show her?"

"I really think you should talk to your father about this sort of thing" Lars tried to back out of the conversation which was rapidly turning onto a topic that he was uncomfortable discussing with the young prince.

"What do you mean by..." Phillippe started before realising what Lars thought he meant, "Oh no, that's not what I meant!" The boy blushed a deep red and the bodyguard joined him, both equally embarrassed but Lars had to admit he was kind of relieved that nothing of that sort was going on between his daughter and the prince, at least not yet.

"So what do you mean?" Lars tried, but Phillippe was still too embarrassed for further conversation.

"It doesn't matter, really" he said, staring out of the car window.

"If you meant what is the best way to let a woman know that you care deeply for her, well then, that is a difficult question to answer" Lars explained, "What you do, what you say, everything is dependant on how you feel at the time. Your heart is the only one who can decide how you feel and what you want to say or do regarding those feelings" he sighed, "am I making any sense?"

Phillippe turned back to look at the older man, a smile on his face.

"You made perfect sense Lars" he said as the limo pulled up outside the museum.

"And thankyou" he added, as Lars moved to get out of the car.

"But I didn't do anything to require thanks" the bodyguard told him.

"You did" Phillippe said simply as Lars get out of the car and walked around to open the other door for the prince, "You did, more than you'll ever know" he said to himself.

"Dad?" Phillippe called, as he entered the palace. The museum had been opened and praised by the royal and he was impatient to get home to talk to his father.

"Dad?" he tried again and Michael appeared on the landing above him.

"Phillippe, must you yell like that?" his father asked him and Phillippe bounded up the stairs to the older man.

"Sorry, Dad, but I really need to talk to you. Oh but first how's Mom?" he said in a hurry as he reached his fathers side.

"She's better, actually, but I called the doctor just in case, he's with her now. Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, I just wanted to check something really..." the young prince trailed off.

"Then tell me what it is, son" Michael urged him, leaning on the rail by the stairs.

"When I was a kid, I wasn't like betrothed to a baroness or something, was I?"

Michael tried very hard not to laugh but a chuckle escaped anyway.

"I'm sorry" he said, trying to breath through his laughter, "why would you think something like that?"

"Well, Mom had to marry Kenny when she couldn't marry you..." Phillippe said quietly.

"That was different" his father explained, suddenly turning serious, "You are free to marry whoever you choose, whoever you fall in love with"

The young prince smiled.

"Thanks Dad, that's all I needed to know" he said and then he was gone before Michael could say anything else. 'Was it possible that his son had ideas about Diana?' he wondered. He only hoped that if he was right, that she felt the same way Phillippe seemed to. He would hate to see his son broken-hearted, the way he had once been.

A/N : Now, on to the penultimate chapter.....