Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Diaries, as characters belong to Meg Cabot, and the storyline to Disney and their writers. All is written for pure entertainment and glee, so don't pounce any lawyers, because I won't have the money to pay anyway.

Author's Notes: This is set a few months after The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement. Mia and Nicholas had just gotten back from their honeymoon for about 4 months, and Mia is going to give Nicholas a little exciting news of her own. Reactions from other characters will be added shortly, after I've finished writing them!

Nicholas groaned a little as he opened his eyes slowly, and turned to his sides, only to be greeted not by Mia, but the blanket that they share. He was genuinely baffled as to why his wife had gotten out of bed earlier than he had, but he dismissed the confusion. Should be off at her duties but didn't want to wake me up, I supposed.

Then, not bothering to put on his shirt, he got out of bed and was about to take some fresh clothes out of their closet when he heard strange noises coming out from the bathroom. It sounded a lot like coughing, or in actual fact, someone throwing their guts out. Instinctively, he rushed to the door.

"Mia? Are you in there?" He knocked on the door, while shouting, concern clearly expressed in his face. He got no response for about ten seconds, then heard the sound of the flush, and the door swung open.

Then, there was Mia, looking all pale and about to pass out any moment, and yet, she looked positively happy.

"Mia, are you feeling okay?" Nicholas's worry elevated as he held her hand to keep her from falling as she walked out of the bathroom and on to the bed.

"I'm alright, Nicholas, I'm alright."

"Yes, I can see that you're alright, belching your poor guts out in the toilet few moments ago. Are you sick?"

She mumbled something in her breath that Nicholas could hardly catch, and he dismissed it as her grumbling about his perception (as always).

"Mia, I need to bring you to the doctor, or rather the doctor to you, if you're sick."

"Nicholas, there is no need for that."

"You sick," he said, matter-of-factly. The colour was coming back to her cheeks and he was glad for that.

"Not when it's morning sickness."

There was a stunned silence on Nicholas's part. When he finally found his tongue, he was barely coherent.

"Morning… We're not… A baby… Are we?"

A wide smile spread over Mia's face, as she looked amused. Nicholas was looking pale himself, and Mia couldn't help but tease him.

"Oh, I don't know, it must be some incurable disease that I've got that is making me feel bloated, nausea and somehow is making me think that in a few months' time, my jeans won't fit me anymore. Yes, Nicholas, I'm pregnant."

He let this ecstatic news run all over his mind, then euphorically, he lifted her as she squealed and spun her around. Mia giggled, and Nicholas placed her back on the bed gently.

"This is amazing. I… I never thought this could ever happen to us, though. I've always imagined us planning it and finding out together. I'm thrilled, Mia. I really thought that we would be trying for so long…"

"You know, take your feeling, and quadruple it. Then, you'd know how I felt this morning when I took the test. I was, you know, late for 2 months. A month right after our honeymoon. I didn't know it could, well, happen in a flash."

He lay his head on her abdomen, not wanting to pull away, even as he knew he wouldn't be able to hear the heartbeats of his perfect child.

"Do Grandma, your mum or Lilly know about this?"

"No, not yet. I wanted you to be the first."

"Should we tell them now?" Reluctantly, he raised his head from her stomach.

"Could we keep this from them for a while? I think we'd need time to realise everything, and not to mention, all of them will go insane the moment we tell them."

"Ok," he agreed, then stood up and swept her off her feet again.

"What do you think you're doing, Nicholas?" She grabbed his neck in surprise.

"Just making us more comfortable," he explained, laying her down on the bed, and then crawling beside her. With his head on her pillow, and his hand lying gently on her stomach, they began making plans, looking forward to the next eight months, and the many years beyond.