Note: This series is not based on the book series at all. This series is based on what info I had in the first movie. I have never read the book nor will I. Therefore, I cannot be held responsible for differences…well I guess I can lol
September 4th, 2004
Week 28
The photographers were starting to get on Amelia's last nerve. They had been bad before, but now that she was showing and almost at the end of her pregnancy, they came by the truck load to take her picture. She just wanted be at peace. She knew that would probably never happen.
"I h-hate this." Amelia whimpered as she sat on the couch in the parlor.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Helen put her book down and rushed over to her. Amelia leaned over and started to cry.
"Have you seen the paper?" Amelia asked. Uh oh, Helen thought.
"No. Should I look?" Helen asked. Amelia looked at her.
"I can't do anything without being in that stupid thing." She said, "Princess Mia eats ice cream. Princess Mia drives a car! It's ridiculous."
"Well…There's nothing you can do about it. People want to see who is ruling their country." Helen said. "Your people want to see their princess be like them."
"I just want to have this baby in peace." Amelia wiped her eyes.
"I know, Sweetheart." She said, "I'd say let's go to America, but I don't think it'd be any better, plus such a long flight wouldn't be good for the baby."
"I know." Amelia sighed deeply, "I'll be fine. It's just my hormones."
"Hormones are hell. I cried at commercials and reading recipes in the book store." She said, "I once messed up one of my paintings and it was like the end of the world." Amelia's face brightened up and she laughed.
"that's pathetic." She said. Helen shrugged her shoulders. "Where you this miserable when you were pregnant with me?"
"What do you mean?" Helen asked.
"I just feel so heavy and emotional." Amelia said, "It's getting old quickly."
"I know, Baby." Helen said rubbing Amelia's back. Her daughter groaned. Now that felt nice. She could get used to having back rubs.
"Hey, That's my job." Michael said as he walked into the room.
"Well, then Take over." Helen said as she stood up, "I need to get going anyway. I have a lot of royal shopping to do."
"Have fun." Amelia chuckled as Michael sat behind her. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands on her back.
"How has your afternoon been, Wife?" He asked her.
"It's good now that you're here, Husband." Amelia chuckled.
"Good." Michael said as he put his hands on her stomach, "I had a couple of photographers following me around today. You'd think I was King."
"Someday." She said.
"I thought Duke…or something like that." Michael smiled, "Since I'm a commoner…"
"Ah….We're married now so You have a royal title." Amelia said, "You're very…Princess Diana like."
"God, don't say that." Michael chuckled as he felt the baby kick beneath his hand. "come on. Let's go take a nap."
"Oh, Duke Michael, you're so romantic." he said.
"king Michael." He said. Amelia chuckled as she took his hand.
"King Michael and Queen Amelia." She smile as they walked to their bedroom. She knew all of this was stressful for Michael and she tried to support him through all of this. She loved him and would stand by him no matter what.
Sept 18th, 2004
Week 30
Amelia was counting down the days. Ten more Weeks. A little less than two months. Her daughter would be here in fifty-five days. Nerves were starting to take over.
"I think I'll be a goody mother." Amelia said as she dumped the bag of baby clothes onto the bed. Michael nodded.
"I think you'll be great." He told her, "Okay, what have you got here?"
"Clothes, for the baby." Amelia smiled. Michael looked at her.
"Isn't this baby already fully clothed for a year?" Michael asked as he sat next to her.
"Shut up. Don't you want to see?" She asked.
"Yes, I would like to see." Michael rubbed her back. Amelia picked up a frilly purple dress.
"I like this one." She said. Michael nodded.
"Me too." He said.
"I got this one for the Christmas ball." Amelia picked up a red dress that had a golden trim. "there are some gold shoes too."
"Pretty." Michael said as Charlotte knocked on the door.
"Come in." Amelia looked up.
"I apologize to interrupt but there has been some news from England we just received." Charlotte said.
"That's all right." She said, "What is it?"
"Tony Blaire has been in a riding accident." Charlotte told her, "The poor fellow broke his arm and dislocated his shoulder."
"Oh no." Amelia sighed deeply, "I've told him to be careful. That's why I don't want you riding much."
"I wont." Michael said.
"Okay, I'd like to send some flowers." Amelia said as Charlotte pulled out her blackberry. "I'd like to send a dozen sunflowers because everyone will be sending roses. And on the card have We hope for a speedy recovery and do call if anything is needed. Sincerely, Amelia and Michael Moscovitz of Genovia."
"Very well, Ma'am." Charlotte curtsied.
"Wait." Amelia looked at her, "You've known me for a couple of years, haven't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Charlotte nodded.
"How many times have I asked you to call me Mia and not to curtsy?" Amelia asked. Charlotte blushed and chuckled.
"Hundreds. I'll stop, Ma- Mia." She said. Amelia smiled.
"Thank you." She looked at Michael and shook her head.
"A princess' job is never done." She said. Michael laughed and kissed her shoulder.
"Just wait until our baby is born." Michael told her.
"Yes, A mothers job is never done." Amelia said.
"Oh you're going to love it." Michael said.
"I hope so." Amelia turned and kissed Michael softly. She hoped it was normal to be terrified of having your first baby. She knew she could do it, but she was still scared.
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