Title: Princess In Trouble
Author: TrueBlueHealer, aka, Melissa
Summary: Mia has just arrived home after her official introduction in
Genovia. Set after book 3.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Mia, Michael, Lilly, Tina, or any of the other
Characters from 'The Princess Diaries'. They all belong to the wonderfully
talented Meg Cabot, so please don't sue.
Author's Note: Hey people. I've been visiting this site for awhile now and
have noticed that there aren't that many TPD fics out, so I decided to try
my hand at it. Now, keep in mind, that I don't do a lot of POV fics, and
this is also my first TPD fic, so give me a chance to get it started and
get in the swing of it. I'm a HUGE fan of the movie and books, and I adore
Michael and Mia together, so this will defintely be a M/M fic. Also, I'm
not, exactly, how far along Helen is, so in my fic, she's about 6 months.
So the sex of the baby is known and all that.
So, after all that, read and enjoy! And, PLEASE review. I would love to
know if you like, dislike, or whatever :)
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I'm finally home!
To say Mom and Mr. G were suprised to see me would be an understatement, considering that I came home 2 days earlier than I was supposed to. I think that kinda had something to do with Grandmere wanting to kill me...
Anyway, now that I'm home, I feel so much better.
Seeing how my return was sudden and early, Dad seemed to have forgotten to call Mom and tell her, and I, being busy packing and worrying endlessly over Michael, did the same. I thought it was kinda weird when me and Lars got off the plane, and no one was there to greet us. Borrowing Lars cell, I called home, but no one answered. We waited a few minutes, and my worry started to increase. It was very logical that they were stuck in traffic somewhere, but with Mom being pregnant, that could not be good.
What if she got over-heated? What if she had to use the bathroom??
Finally, Lars, jokinly, made a comment, one that made ice form in my veins. We had been sitting on those cold, uncomfortable little chairs when he spoke up. "What if your father didn't call?"
I had his cell phone and Dad's number punched in in under 5 seconds.
Dad apologized profoundly and offered to call Mom and Mr. G so they could come get us, but seeing how Me and Lars were already there and all, I convinced Dad to just let us grab a cab and get to the loft on our own. It's not like I don't know how to hail a cab or something. And I doubt anyone's going to mess with me, considering that I have a beefy blonde guy behind me who has a stump right under his arm that looks suprisingly like a gun, cause it is.
When we finally made it home, I was greeted to an empty house. After dragging my bags to my room and starting to unpack, I heard the front door open and my Mother shrieking. Shocked, I ran out of my room, asking what was wrong.
There in the doorway, stood my Mother and Step-Father, arms loaded with bags. But, after seeing me and realizing that the big guy in her living room was not a robber but just Lars, Mom dropped everything in her hands and raced over to me as fast as she could with her swollen stomach.
She must have said my name 10 times while she hugged me tightly, nearly cutting off my circulation. By the time she pulled back, her eyes, along with mine, were filled with tears. I didn't even realize I was crying until she reached up and wipped my tears away. It didn't hit me till then, how much I had missed her. A few moments later, Mr. G ambled over, surprising me with a hug.
Which shouldn't have suprised me -- he is my Step-Father now.
After the tearful hugs, me and Mom went back to my room, unpacking my things together -- me doing all the heavy lifting though. We talked about everything; from my 'big' speech to my new baby brother. Mom and Mr. G found out while I was gone that she was having a boy. She had been waiting to tell me when I came home, so that it would be a suprise. We made plans to paint 'his' room blue next weekend.
I've never seen Mom so happy. She seemed to literally be glowing. She keeps saying over and over how suprised and happy she is to see me, and how shocked she is at the change in me, and not just the appearance ones.
Yes, I, Mia Thermopolis, now have breasts.
I have no idea how or why it happened, but I now wear a B cup! A B!!
Plus, my hair now has some slight red high-lights. Grandmere talked me into it right before my speech, saying my hair would 'shine' under the lights. I wasn't so sure about the change, but Dad loved it, as did Sebastiano Grimaldo, my cousin. Mom raved about it too, also the length of my hair. I finally let it grow some, and now it's nealy down to my shoulders. And I have bangs!
But, as Mom commented on, there's something else different about me. She says I seem older, more wiser. I think she was kinda sad when she pointed out that, cause I saw tears start to fill in the corner of her eyes, but she quickly wipped them away. But, for all I know, it just coulda been her hormones kicking in. Mom is pregnant, after all.
After we finished un-packing and talking, Mom decided that we should all go out for lunch. We went to the new Vegatarian restaurant in town, who had delicious veggie burgers, and on the way home, we drove past Lilly and Michael's building. I could see Lilly's bedroom window and noticed the new curtains hanging up. Supposedly, they arrived home from their Grandparents last night.
Ever since then, I've been sitting here, in my room with Fat Louie on my lap, who has not left my sight since I've returned, and contemplating if I should call. I mean, I really want to, but who would I ask for? Lilly or Michael? What if Michael hasn't told his parents about us yet, if there even is an 'us'? And, worse yet, what if Michael actually answers?! What would I do??
Mom just walked in and asked me what was wrong. We had a nice conversation. Here's how it went:
MOM: Mia, do you-- (seeing I seemed upset) What's wrong baby? ME: (trying to lie) Oh, nothing. MOM: (coming over to sit down beside me) Don't you dare try to lie. Are you upset over what happened in Genovia? ME: (desperetly trying to put that all behind me) No...it's not that. MOM: Then what.
See, that's the thing about my Mom. When she sees I'm upset, she won't stop until she finds out what it is, and I'm happy once more.
ME: (letting it all out) What if Michael has decided he just wants to be friends? I want to call, but I don't think I can! If me and Michael break up, what's gonna happen with me and Lilly?? MOM: (looking very calm and smiling softly) Mia, honey, why don't you just go over there. ME: (shocked) What? Just show up?! MOM: Yes. Now. Change and then head over there. ME: But...what if-- MOM: Mia, you won't feel better till you do. Besides, if Michael cares about you as much as he said he did, then he'll be happy to see you, won't he? ME: I guess...
So, I guess that's decided. I'm going over to Lillys.
But what will I wear?!
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So...do you like?????? If so, PLEASE let me know!!!!! I know I'm begging, but this is my first TPD fic, so I really wanna know what you guys think!
~*~
I'm finally home!
To say Mom and Mr. G were suprised to see me would be an understatement, considering that I came home 2 days earlier than I was supposed to. I think that kinda had something to do with Grandmere wanting to kill me...
Anyway, now that I'm home, I feel so much better.
Seeing how my return was sudden and early, Dad seemed to have forgotten to call Mom and tell her, and I, being busy packing and worrying endlessly over Michael, did the same. I thought it was kinda weird when me and Lars got off the plane, and no one was there to greet us. Borrowing Lars cell, I called home, but no one answered. We waited a few minutes, and my worry started to increase. It was very logical that they were stuck in traffic somewhere, but with Mom being pregnant, that could not be good.
What if she got over-heated? What if she had to use the bathroom??
Finally, Lars, jokinly, made a comment, one that made ice form in my veins. We had been sitting on those cold, uncomfortable little chairs when he spoke up. "What if your father didn't call?"
I had his cell phone and Dad's number punched in in under 5 seconds.
Dad apologized profoundly and offered to call Mom and Mr. G so they could come get us, but seeing how Me and Lars were already there and all, I convinced Dad to just let us grab a cab and get to the loft on our own. It's not like I don't know how to hail a cab or something. And I doubt anyone's going to mess with me, considering that I have a beefy blonde guy behind me who has a stump right under his arm that looks suprisingly like a gun, cause it is.
When we finally made it home, I was greeted to an empty house. After dragging my bags to my room and starting to unpack, I heard the front door open and my Mother shrieking. Shocked, I ran out of my room, asking what was wrong.
There in the doorway, stood my Mother and Step-Father, arms loaded with bags. But, after seeing me and realizing that the big guy in her living room was not a robber but just Lars, Mom dropped everything in her hands and raced over to me as fast as she could with her swollen stomach.
She must have said my name 10 times while she hugged me tightly, nearly cutting off my circulation. By the time she pulled back, her eyes, along with mine, were filled with tears. I didn't even realize I was crying until she reached up and wipped my tears away. It didn't hit me till then, how much I had missed her. A few moments later, Mr. G ambled over, surprising me with a hug.
Which shouldn't have suprised me -- he is my Step-Father now.
After the tearful hugs, me and Mom went back to my room, unpacking my things together -- me doing all the heavy lifting though. We talked about everything; from my 'big' speech to my new baby brother. Mom and Mr. G found out while I was gone that she was having a boy. She had been waiting to tell me when I came home, so that it would be a suprise. We made plans to paint 'his' room blue next weekend.
I've never seen Mom so happy. She seemed to literally be glowing. She keeps saying over and over how suprised and happy she is to see me, and how shocked she is at the change in me, and not just the appearance ones.
Yes, I, Mia Thermopolis, now have breasts.
I have no idea how or why it happened, but I now wear a B cup! A B!!
Plus, my hair now has some slight red high-lights. Grandmere talked me into it right before my speech, saying my hair would 'shine' under the lights. I wasn't so sure about the change, but Dad loved it, as did Sebastiano Grimaldo, my cousin. Mom raved about it too, also the length of my hair. I finally let it grow some, and now it's nealy down to my shoulders. And I have bangs!
But, as Mom commented on, there's something else different about me. She says I seem older, more wiser. I think she was kinda sad when she pointed out that, cause I saw tears start to fill in the corner of her eyes, but she quickly wipped them away. But, for all I know, it just coulda been her hormones kicking in. Mom is pregnant, after all.
After we finished un-packing and talking, Mom decided that we should all go out for lunch. We went to the new Vegatarian restaurant in town, who had delicious veggie burgers, and on the way home, we drove past Lilly and Michael's building. I could see Lilly's bedroom window and noticed the new curtains hanging up. Supposedly, they arrived home from their Grandparents last night.
Ever since then, I've been sitting here, in my room with Fat Louie on my lap, who has not left my sight since I've returned, and contemplating if I should call. I mean, I really want to, but who would I ask for? Lilly or Michael? What if Michael hasn't told his parents about us yet, if there even is an 'us'? And, worse yet, what if Michael actually answers?! What would I do??
Mom just walked in and asked me what was wrong. We had a nice conversation. Here's how it went:
MOM: Mia, do you-- (seeing I seemed upset) What's wrong baby? ME: (trying to lie) Oh, nothing. MOM: (coming over to sit down beside me) Don't you dare try to lie. Are you upset over what happened in Genovia? ME: (desperetly trying to put that all behind me) No...it's not that. MOM: Then what.
See, that's the thing about my Mom. When she sees I'm upset, she won't stop until she finds out what it is, and I'm happy once more.
ME: (letting it all out) What if Michael has decided he just wants to be friends? I want to call, but I don't think I can! If me and Michael break up, what's gonna happen with me and Lilly?? MOM: (looking very calm and smiling softly) Mia, honey, why don't you just go over there. ME: (shocked) What? Just show up?! MOM: Yes. Now. Change and then head over there. ME: But...what if-- MOM: Mia, you won't feel better till you do. Besides, if Michael cares about you as much as he said he did, then he'll be happy to see you, won't he? ME: I guess...
So, I guess that's decided. I'm going over to Lillys.
But what will I wear?!
~*~
So...do you like?????? If so, PLEASE let me know!!!!! I know I'm begging, but this is my first TPD fic, so I really wanna know what you guys think!