April 29th, 2004

Week 10

So he was going to be a daddy. He thought Amelia was going to announce something about their wedding next month, but it wasn't. Michael was going to be a father. Words couldn't describe how utterly excited he was. Michael stood in the doorway watching Charlotte give a press conference revolving around the baby.

"Good morning, Good people." Charlotte smiled, "The Princess has called you all here to have you help her announce her exciting news. Your highness." Michael watched Amelia come to the podium. She looked so gorgeous.

"Thank you, Charlotte. As you know, the royal wedding is next month. Plans are well on their way to making this wedding the best Genovia has ever seen." Amelia smiled, "But a wedding update is not what I call you here today for. In November of this year, Genovia will receive another Prince or Princess. Michael and I are happy to announce we are having a baby." Flashes of cameras began to go off.

"Princess!" Sheila Catz from Fox and Hound raised her hand, "How far along are you?"

"Ten weeks. So it's still pretty early." Amelia said, "Michael and I would appreciate your cooperation in making this pregnancy go well. We will keep you informed with how the pregnancy is. Thank you for your cooperation. Good evening." Amelia walked off of the stage.

"You were great." Michael said wrapping his arm round her waist.

"I hate giving speeches." She muttered.

"You did a wonderful job." Charlotte said. Amelia smiled thankfully as Michael led her to the car.

"I think I'm hungry." Amelia told Michael.
"You think?" He laughed softly.

"I don't feel too queasy so yeah, I think." She said sliding into the car, "You never know how I'll feel when you put food near my lips." Michael nodded as if he understood. Amelia smirked, "Are you cooking for me?"

"Why should I? We have a cook." Michael winked. Amelia chuckled.

"Cause it's romantic." She said, "And I'm having your baby."

"I'm tired." Michael said closing his eyes as Joe drove towards the castle. Amelia stared at him. He was being so crabby today. She wanted to pinch him.
"Here we go, Princess." Joe pulled up to the castle. She didn't even realize the were there.
"Thanks." She muttered getting out of the car. She didn't even wait for Michael. She heard him rushing up behind her.

"I love you." Michael said. Amelia ignored him. She could be mean to him too. She heard him chuckle. She wouldn't let him get to her. Amelia walked into the dining room and stopped dead in her tracks. It was filled with pink roses and candles.

"What's this?" She asked. Michael smiled.

"I wanted us to have a romantic lunch." he said. Amelia turned around and looked at him.

"You planned all of this..." She said.

"Of course." he led her to the table, "All non-barfy foods. See? I've been paying attention." Amelia sighed with happiness as she sat down at the table.

"Thank you, Michael." She said.
"I should be thanking you." Michael said kissing the top of her head. He was thankful he had her and a baby on the way...even if the idea freaked him out some.

May 13th, 2004

Week 12

Five dozen lavender roses. Four dozen white votive candles. Fifty yards of white silk. One thousand sequins. Three two-caret diamonds. Two hundred and fifty people. It was Amelia and Michael's wedding day...one of the biggest days Genovia has seen since Amelia took her title.

"I am going to throw up." Amelia groaned standing in front of the mirror in her underwear. Lilly and Helen both laughed.

"Nerves or morning sickness?" Helen asked.

"Both." Amelia said.
"Well, this is a $20,000 dress so I advise you to puke before you put it on." Lilly said.
"What if I don't fit in it?" Amelia asked touching her stomach. Helen threw back her head and laughed.

"You barely have a stomach sweetheart." She said. Lilly walked up behind her best friend and began to take the curlers out.
"I hope I get a wedding half as beautiful as this one." Lilly said.

"You need a boyfriend first." Amelia said grabbing the hairspray.
"Michael didn't tell you?" Lilly asked.
"Didn't tell me about what?" She asked as Lilly began to fix Amelia's hair.

"I do have a boyfriend. A serious boyfriend." She said.

"Who??" Amelia laughed.

"It's your soon-to-be Husband's best man." She said. Amelia's eyes widened.

"JEREMIAH???" She gasped. Lilly chuckled pushing her down into a chair.

"Shut up." She said, "It just sort of happened. We were both in Chem and...I don't know...He pulled a pencil from my ear and for some reason I thought it was cute."

"He's been pulling things out of your ears for years." Amelia said picking up her veil.

"I know, but he's grown up now." Lilly said, "And good in bed."
"I did not hear that." Helen said. Lilly blushed.

"Sorry, Ms. T." She said.

"Princess, are you almost ready?" Joe knocked on the door. Amelia squealed jumping up.

"No!!" She cried grabbing her dress, "Help me with this, Guys." Lilly and Helen chuckled as the spread out the dress. Amelia stepped into it and the ladies pulled it up her body.

"This dress is awesome." Lilly said.

"And too expensive." Helen said hooking the back up. Amelia grunted sliding the silky straps over her shoulders.
"I know, but I wanted a royal dress I could pass down to the future princesses of Genovia." She said looking in the mirror. She fixed her veil, "Wow." Amelia turned to get mother. Helen's lips quivered.

"Oh, Baby..." She whispered. Amelia smiled.

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Michael stood at the alter. he stared at the hundred of guests. he didn't know most of them. God, he was getting married.

"Are you all right?" Jeremiah asked.

"Ah huh." Michael mumbled.

"You look like you're going to throw up." he said. Michael chuckled weakly.
"I might." He said rubbing his palms on his pants. The soft classical music was making him even more sick. The minister took his place. "Is it time?" The minister nodded.

"Yes it is." He said. Michael wobbled. The camera crew got in their places. Michael was going to faint. That was it. The doors opened up and Lilly began to walk down the aisle. Man, she looked so pretty. Michael couldn't help but to feel proud. Next, Clarice walked down the aisle. She herself was proud that Genovia's queen was getting married. She and Lilly stood at the alter. Then the wedding march began.

"Oh god." Michael whispered. The doors opened up again and an angel stepped out. Now, Michael knew what the phrase heaven on earth meant. Helen held Amelia's hand tightly as they walked down the aisle. The camera flashes didn't blind Amelia. She was focused on Michael. His heart pounded as he watched her walk towards him. he had seen the dress hanging up in her closet, but seeing it fall around her body...It made him look forward the honeymoon.

"Hey." Amelia whispered as she finally made it up to him.

"Hey." Michael whispered taking her hands. "you're gorgeous."

"You aren't half-bad yourself." She chuckled nervously.

"Friend, family, welcome." The minister said, ""Who presents this woman to be married to this man."

"I do." Helen croaked out. She kissed Amelia's cheek and sat down.

"The focus of my talk will be on love, friendship, mutual trust and respect." The minister said. As he began to talk, Michael just stared at Amelia. His heart pounded in his chest.. he paid no attention to the Minster.

"Michael." Amelia chuckled.

"What?" He asked.

"Our vows." She said. Michael went white and looked at the minister.

"Really?" He asked. The minister nodded with a smile.

"Michael," he said, "do you pledge to love Amelia and throughout your years together to be honest, faithful, and kind to her. Do you pledge to give to her the same happiness she gives to you, to react to her as only you can, and to respect her for who she is, not who you want her to be?" Michael cleared his throat.

"I do." He said.

"Amelia, do you pledge to love Michael and throughout your years together to be honest, faithful, and kind to him. Do you pledge to give to him the same happiness he gives to you, to react to him as only you can, and to respect him for who he is, not who you want him to be?" he asked her. Amelia's lips quivered slightly.

"I do." She said.

"Very good. now, Michael, your prepared speech." The minister said. Michael licked his lips.

"With all my heart I take you to be my wife. I will love you through the good and the bad, through the joy and the sorrow. I will try to be understanding, and to trust in you completely." He told her "I will make you a part of me and in turn, become a part of you. Together we will face all of life's experiences and share one another's dreams and goals. We will be equal partners in an open, honest relationship throughout the years." A few tears slid down Amelia's cheeks.

"Amelia?" He asked. She took in a deep breath.

"it is my intention to be your best friend, to respect and support you, to be patient with you, to work together with you to achieve those things that are important to us, to accept you unconditionally, and to share life with you throughout the years." She said. "I pledge to you with all my heart and being to love and support you in all ways, to my utmost capabilities, for the rest of our lives."

"The rings." The minister held them up, "They are a symbol of your marriage, your love, and your unity." He handed each of them their rings. Michael's hands were shaking as he slid the ring onto Amelia's finger.

"Amelia, do you take Michael to be your husband and pledge yourself to this marriage?" The minister asked.
"I do." She whispered. Okay, She couldn't help the tears. Amelia slid the ring onto Michael's hand.

"Michael, do you take Amelia to be your wife and pledge yourself to this marriage?" He asked. Michael nodded.

"I do most definitely." he said. Amelia and Michael held hands.

"Then by the power in vested in me and by the royal kingdom of Genovia, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The minister said, "You may kiss the bride."

"Finally." Amelia laughed throwing her arms around his neck. The church erupted in cheers as Michael and Amelia kissed. Finally they were now husband and wife. Life couldn't get any better.

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