I turned around and felt all the blood drain from my face as I watched Michael walk through the doorway. Luckily Lily and I were standing behind the high-backed couch in the Moscovitz's living room. From his perspective Michael couldn't see below my chest, which was probably a good thing because he looked ready to faint as soon as he set eyes on me.

"Mia?" I confused frown came to his face as he stared at me. "What are you doing here?" Lily turned back to face me and hissed, "You didn't tell him yet?" This comment just deepened Michael's look of confusion.

"Tell me what?" Lily and Drs. Moscovitz took this as their queue to leave Michael and me alone, which I was thankful for. Michael was rooted in his spot in front of the door and didn't move even when Lily 'bumped' into him on her way to her room.

"I thought you were still in Genovia," he finally said once we were alone. It took me an extra couple seconds to compose myself before answering him. Less then two weeks ago I had resigned my self to the fact that I would never see Michael again and now he was standing a mere ten feet from me with nothing but a couch between us. I had forgotten how being near him made my heart flutter and my knees buckle.

"I left," was all I could come up with.

"Why?"

"Because…I needed to see you." I felt another surge of emotion well up inside me as my eyes started to water. Michael just frowned at my answer.

"I was told you didn't want to see me anymore." I didn't miss the hurt in his voice.

"Grandmerè….she got mad at me. She told me I could never see you again. She told you that to keep you away from me as punishment."

"Then it's not true?"

"I've missed you every day for the last five months, Michael." I could see a look of relief spread across his face, but that was quickly replaced with another worried expression after my next comment.

"But before I say anything else, there is something I have to tell you, Michael." I walked around the couch and stopped at arms length from him. He just stood there staring at my stomach. It happens a lot when you're pregnant I've noticed. After a moment of staring he reached out a shaking hand. I felt his warm palm come to rest on my protruding stomach. He seemed to be checking to make sure it wasn't just an illusion. As if sensing Michael's presence the baby gave a sharp kick again the warmth of his palm. Michael pulled back is had as if he'd been burnt. Slowly he backed away from me until he ran into the closed door. His knees gave way and he slid down the surface of the door until he was sitting on the floor. He sat there with his head sagging against his chest for a few minutes. Finally he looked back up at me as I stood there hopeless.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he said in a hushed voice that cracked slightly.

"I didn't know until a month after I arrived in Genovia and once Grandmerè found out she didn't give me many options," I choked out. I started crying as I remembered her harsh words. "Oh God, Michael, she wanted me to kill our child! She told me that if I didn't have an abortion or get married she would make sure I never saw you again!" It was too much for me to remember. I covered my face with my hands in shame. I wish he didn't have to see me like that. I had told myself I would be strong when I told him but I didn't imagine it being this hard. Next thing I knew Michael's strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his warm embrace. How I had longed to be held just like that and to smell that unique mixture of soap and shampoo that he always smelled of.

"Why didn't you come to me? You know I would have been happy to marry you. I was planning on doing it sooner or later anyways."

"I know you would have and that is why I couldn't tell you. Just because this messed up my life doesn't mean it has to ruin yours." I told all this to his soaked shirt.

"Mia, I told you once that I would go through hell to be with you and I meant it. Did you ever think that I would much rather be with you no matter the circumstance then never see you again?"

"But if you have married me you would have had to move to Genovia and leave your dream behind."

"You are my dream, Mia." With that he tilted my head up and kissed my in a way that told me plainly that he loved me with all his heart.

"Are you two done with the mush fest yet?", came Lily's voice.

Michael turned to face her and snapped back, "Why don't you go film yourself jumping off a cliff? I'm sure most of your viewers would enjoy it!"

I couldn't help but laugh for the first time in months.

November 16th

I moved in with Michael the day after we reunited at his parent's house. Fortunately his new apartment has a spare bedroom which we've set about turning into a nursery with the money I have. We already have a crib, changing table and rocking chair. My mom offered to paint the room for us but remembering what she did to Kelsey's nursery I decided that wasn't a great idea so the wall paper is on order. Michael and I had a long talk the night I moved in. I knew Grandmerè would be hot on my heals once she found out that I was gone and knowing her connections I knew it wouldn't be long before she found us. I was nervous about what she would do. The problem lied in my citizenship. When I turned 18 I had been forced to give up my dual citizenship and had claimed Genovian citizenship over United States citizenship. This meant that if the Genovia government wished to they could force me to return to Genovia and there was nothing any law in the United States could do to help me. My mom however, was not happy with that answer so she looked for every possible way to make it so that Grandmerè and dad couldn't have me dragged back to Genovia. She finally found the answer and it was actually pretty simple. All I had to do was marry a United States citizen and I would be able to claim citizenship in America. Michael thought it was a great idea and so yesterday we were officially married by the Justice of the Peace at the New York City Hall. I am no longer Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo. My name is now Amelia Thermopolis Moscovitz and I couldn't be happier. Things had changed a lot in a month. I now have a new husband, a new name, am no longer the heir to a throne I don't want, and best of all there is nothing Grandmerè or my dad can do about it, try as they might.