We didn't tell anyone, not even Lilly. We had gone to the doctors to confirm the home pregnancy results, and gotten a contract of confidentiality. Well, it wasn't difficult considering the doctor was my Uncle Dexter.

He had been under the impression that Mia and I had broken up and that I was just a good friend helping her out. Uncle Dex happened to know someone in Spain that would take care of Mia.

Well, we had to tell Evan because he would be the one responsible for taking Mia to the doctor appointments. I told him that if anything went wrong he was to call me immediately.

She left a week after my birthday. My last semester of school was starting so I tried to focus on that, but it was so hard. I couldn't focus knowing that my wife and my baby were half way across the world. Alex could see how spastic I was getting.

I mean, I was reading every single article about pregnancy possible. I started becoming a hypochrondriac (sp?) FOR Mia. Every day I was convinced she was stricken with a new disease or that she wasn't getting enough vitamins, that kind of thing. I was a frequent visitor to about five different websites for father-to-be's. Never knew they existed but they are pretty informative.

"You know, I was thinking. Next year we are both going to be working at Arnoldson's right?" Alex said, mentioning the fact that we had both been offered positions at the computer firm pending our graduation.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we share an apartment? I bet we could find a great place near there. Evan said he'd help us out."

I rolled my eyes. "What is he your sugar daddy now?" I teased.

"Michael, I really love him," he said softly.

We were sitting in a coffee shop that we went to throughout the summer. The waiters remembered us. "There you go boys," he said putting our coffees down. I nodded and waved him away. I wasn't being rude, but we needed our privacy to discuss our significant others.

"That's really cool," I replied, typing quickly onto my lap top. "Oh, hey, Mia had sent me the first ultrasound picture." I hadn't seen such a beautiful picture in my life.

"Um no offense, but where is it?" he asked, making a face.

I bit my lip. "Um, I dunno. Maybe that's the baby? Don't call the baby 'it'. The baby is a boy or a girl, but still hasnt' quite decided yet.

Okay, so the baby was a little blob. Alex figured it out and had to point it out to me, but still it was perfect. It was my little baby. My son or daughter.

Mia- It's perfect…absolutely perfect. No one knows, right?

Love HRH

The doctors told us that Mia was three months pregnant and therefore would be having the baby in June. Perfect I would be able to see the baby before I started working. Maybe that is. If Grandmere doesn't put a warrant out for my arrest or something for illegally impregnating the princess without her sole permission. Hey, I just helped produce an heir, she should be happy, right?

Alex and I hung out all the time together. I occasionally hung out with my old band, but hardly ever had time to hang out with them anymore. I had to work all the hours I could as a waiter so I could save money to go see my wife and child when Mia gave birth. I wanted to be there with them, but I wanted to pay my own way.

Dearest HRH:

Here are some of the latest ultrasounds. See how his little body is developing already? No one knows still. I'm actually lucking out because I haven't gained much weight. And since it's winter I wear sweaters all the time so no one can see the teeny bulge. I lie to Grandmere about the balls and the gowns. I tell her that Evan doesn't believe in them so she doesn't force me to go. Gullible, no? Do you think we should find out the sex of the baby? The next appointment is in three weeks and I can find out then, but I don't want to know if you don't want to know. It wouldn't be fair for me to know and you not to know. Have you thought of anymore names? I think maybe Kate for a girl and maybe Jack for a boy. Both very simple names right? I have to go. Ethan and I have an appearance to make at the Prime Minister's birthday. So exciting huh? I hope I don't start eating like a pig or ask for something strange like pineapple with peanut butter smeared on it….Actually, that doesn't sound half bad. Maybe I'll grab a snack before we leave. Ethan will tease me terribly but I don't care. I love you.

Purple

Mia-

I was reading something about babies in What to Expect When You Are Expecting (my mom saw it in my dorm and was all confused considering I have no social life to speak of. I told her it was for a class project in Psychology). It said that all babies start out as females and then some develop into males. That would be why men have a nipple, that solves the great mystery huh? Well, in any case, I think we should find out what the baby is. We would be able to cut out half the possible names. I don't know how I feel about those names though babe…I like Anastasia for a girl and Xavier for a boy. They seem kind of royal, don't they? Dowager Princess Anastasia Renaldo Thermopolis Grimaldi Moscovitz…Xavier Renaldo Thermopolis Grimaldi Moscovitz…well, we'll work on it a bit more I think. When are we going to tell everyone?

Love, HRH

Alex and I spent our free time in bars. His family thought they could make him straight and encouraged him to go pick up women in bars. But it was really pathetic. The two of us would go to a sports bar, pick up the most obscure spot to sit. Then I would order a Sam Adams, he'd order a cosmopolitan. Then I would explain to him why spring training for baseball was so important. Which is difficult because I really don't get it myself. Like, okay, sure the World Series I can see having all sorts of coverage about, but who cares about the pitchers arriving in Florida? Or that the team is ready to seek revenge on their rivals from last season?

"I wouldn't mind going to third with that guy," Alex said biting his straw.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please stop that stuff. You have Evan."

"You check out other girls, I see it," he argued.

Okay, I AM human after all, but I never talk to other girls. How I am not supposed to look at a girl who is wearing an abnormally short skirt in March? Or the low cut shirts? I mean, I am a twenty two year old man here. My wife is in a different country. All I want is her so why can't I just LOOK at other women?

Not like Im going to do anything with anyone. Can't hurt to look, right?