A/N: howdy, yes I'm back again and I know it took me longer than I said it would to update but here you are, with an extra long ch, I have never written anything this long!! Also, the whole emailing part of fanfiction has been down so if you didn't get a review reply its not because I didn't appreciate your review (I love all of my reviews!) but because of that!

P.S PD8 is going to b out in the UK in time for xmas! Yey!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the princess diaries, though I wish I owned Michael!

..."I'm pregnant."
Michael sat there, a shocked look spreading slowly across his face as the realisation of what his girlfriend had just said hit him. He was going to be a father.

Mia carefully and sadly watched the shocked expression upon the face of her one true love. This was not how Tina had said he would react. Mia took note never to trust Tina about anything love related ever again. Mia slowly raised her slender frame off of the ground and turned to leave. She was nearly at the door when she felt Michael's strong grip land upon her wrist pulling her tenderly back towards him.

"Wait." He said in a calm yet still trembling voice, which was the best he could manage in the emotional state he was in. Mia turned round, tears forming in her eyes and then glistening before making tracks down her face. Questions raced through Michael's mind, combining with concern for his one true love, and they were starting to make his head hurt, but now was not the time to talk about those questions, there would be plenty of time for that later, now he needed to be there for her.

"Mia" he said as she made her way back into his arms and leaned against his chest. She could feel his heart beating and, as it always did, it soothed her slightly. "I'm sorry if my reaction wasn't the one you wanted, but, you have to admit, it is a bit of a shock. I want you to know, no matter what, I will always be there for you, and I will wait for you to be ready to marry, and I shall never desert you or our child." Mia wasn't sure she believed him, but she allowed a small smile to play on her lips. She stared up into his deep brown eyes and saw the fear hidden in them, it was the same fear which was concealed in hers and she was almost certain he could see that fear, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Michael leaned in, planting a small kiss upon Mia's lips. Neither knew why, but from that moment on they both knew that, for a while at least, everything would be alright. Mia leaned in; stealing herself another kiss from the lips of the man she had been with for six years, and the man who was the father of her child.

"I should go," she said suddenly, not knowing what had come over her, but knowing she had to get out of there and that staying there would not lead to good things. She slipped out of his arms once more and walked towards the door, she took one more glance in his direction, only to find him staring at her, a small, scared smile playing upon his lips. She opened the door and walked out of the room and into the dark, silent hallway.

As he heard the door 'click' shut Michael's strong defence broke, he allowed the tears which had been gathering to finally fall – they weren't tears of sadness, but of confusion; happiness at being a father, sadness of not getting to marry the woman he loved and fear at what was going to happen between him and Mia. He knew that when the time was right she would come to him and tell him she was ready, but what scared him was that he didn't know when that time would be. He did hope it wouldn't be too far in the distance, but if it was, he would wait.

Mia closed her bedroom door with a soft 'click' then fell back against it and broke down. The thought ran through her mind repeatedly like a song stuck on repeat. Did she make the right decision, she kept asking herself, and every time she asked it she was slowly changing her mind, had she just made the worst choice of her entire life? Also, why was it that when Mia needed her the most, Tina decided to go on holiday to some place and not tell Mia where. This night, a night that Mia had dreamed of since she was fifteen, hadn't gone at all like she thought it would.

Flashback

It was a late Friday night and, after a magical date with one Michael Moscovitz. Mia lay upon her bed gently drifting off to sleep, ready to once again have her favourite dream – the dream she dreamt every single night.

She was eighteen years old and had been dating her boyfriend for three years, and what glorious years they had been, sure, they were difficult sometime, what with being the princess of Genovia, but when she was with Michael it all seemed perfectly easy to cope with. She wouldn't have managed to get through everything half as well as she had without him.

Her dreams were always the same, she dreamt of the night when Michael would propose. Sure, she knew it wouldn't happen for a few years, but a girl could dream couldn't she, In the dream everything was slightly blurred, she didn't want to ruin the surprise of how it would happen, but it always ended the same way, with her and Michael engaged to marry and spend their whole lives together.

End flashback

But tonight, tonight hadn't been anything but what it had seemed in her dreams. But, it hadn't ended right, it had all gonewrong, and Mia knew it was all her own fault. Mia tried to shake that thought out of her mind as she slowly got ready for bed, changing into her pyjamas and then crawling onto her bed and wrapping the fluffy duvet around her cold body, trying to gather some warmth whilst also trying to clear all thoughts from her mind. It was difficult. But somehow she eventually managed it and drifted into a somewhat uncomfortable sleep.

Michael climbed into his bed, his eyes still red and puffy – not the manliest look he knew, but he didn't care at that moment. He had to sleep, he had to be there to help Mia celebrate her twenty-first birthday in the morning, and he knew her father and grandmother would not be happy if he turned up exhausted. He closed his eyes and tried as hard as he could to fall into a slumber, succeeding eventually, but not before more thoughts flooded into his already crowded mind.

At five am Mia finally gave up on sleep – it was useless, every time she tried she would fall into a light sleep for between ten to fifteen minutes, only to wake up again because of the slightest noise, and then for her head to succumb to more ponderings before she even had a chance to drift off again.

She sat up, supporting her lower back against the hard wood of her head board with a pillow. She new what to do, and as she sat there looking at the other side of the room a plan was slowly forming in her mind. A plan which she would have to act on shortly or else it would never work. A plan which could either help or hinder her current situation. The thoughts in her mind eased and she slipped back to sleep softly, sleeping better now than she had been previously.

It was six am and Michael was waking once again after the worst night he had ever had. The thoughts wouldn't leave his mind and every time he closed his eyes the scene of her revealing her pregnancy and his realisation that she was saying no replayed over and over again, and it hurt him more and more each time. He rolled over, attempting once more to get some sleep, though he knew that it wouldn't succeed, he hadn't all night, why should he be able to now? It was a last attempt, he didn't have long now he had left before he had to get up for Mia's twenty-first birthday, not that Mia would be getting up for another few hours, but he had things to sort out before she awoke.

Mia shifted in her bed, deciding she was bored and wanted to get up. She lifted the duvet, a cold draft swirling around her previously warm, but bare legs. She forced herself to get out of bed. As she was standing up, a wave of sickness washed over her and she dashed to the bathroom, the effects of her pregnancy starting to show. It was going to be like this every day for a long time she realised, and it certainly wasn't something she was looking forward to.

Once the sickness passed she cleaned herself up, having a warm shower before pulling on her dressing gown and settling back upon her bed. Her plan ran through her mind once more. She knew she couldn't wait until later, she had to speak to him – and it had to be now.

She ran a brush quickly through her hair before pulling it up into a tight pony tail, slipping her frozen feet into some soft lilac slippers. She the proceeded to leave her room, nervously, making her way down the hallway once more. Her hands started shaking, but she kept going, knowing she had to do this now. She knew that if she had spoken to Tina she would have been talked out of it, but deep inside she knew this was the right thing to do, for everyone.

By this time Michael had fully given up on sleep and was now leaning against his pillow reading through the list of events for the day, He had been told to keep it hidden so Mia didn't know anything that was going to happen today. That meant he hadn't had much time to read through it. The more he read the happier he knew Mia would be.

He checked his alarm again, half past six it read, he still had half an hour until he had to be downstairs with Mia's father, ready to get into the limo. He would be having breakfast after he returned, and once Mia was up, that's when the surprise would be revealed. He read the last part of the itinerary and laughed, although she was a hard nosed cow, Mia's Grandmere sure knew how to celebrate. He thought back to when he started dating Mia, and how much she hated all the big celebrations and grand balls, but now whenever one was coming up Mia was like a little kid, it made him laugh.

He placed the sheet of information back into his hidden drawer, which also contained; his birthday presents which he would give her later, the ring, all of the gifts she had ever brought him and anything else which reminded him of Mia. He called it his "Mia Drawer". He knew it was a slightly girly thing to do, but the things in that draw meant a lot to him, and he couldn't help himself. He slid the drawer closed and stretched, standing up and checking his hair in the mirror. He was forever checking his hair; another feminine trait of his, one Mia teased him about all the time.

He jumped. There was someone knocking at the door. He listened. He wasn't expecting anyone, perhaps there had been a change of times and he had to leave earlier than originally planned with Mia's father. He walked over to the door and turned the handle, slowly pulling it towards him.

Mia took a deep breath, something she seemed to be doing a lot outside this door, the door which bore the name of her true love. She knocked gently, and then listened to the shuffling inside. She saw the handle start to turn and then found herself staring into deep chocolate eyes, ones which had always been able to pull her in.

He took her hand, leading her into his room and on to his unmade bed, showing the results of his sleepless night. She laughed at how he started cleaning up, instead of sitting with her. She caught his hand as he rushed around and motioned for him to sit. He sat next to her and turned to face her, they made eye contact and both could feel their cheeks reddening.

It took her a few seconds to get up the confidence to finally speak. She broke their eye contact by turning her head slightly, she coughed softly then started.

"Michael," she mentally scolded her self for starting so badly, this was going to be hard, and she didn't now if it would work, but she had to try. If she didn't she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. She closed her eyes and continued. "Last night, when you asked what you did, I was scared, I had only found out I was pregnant two days before and then you proposed and I felt it was all moving too fast, and that scared me, but then, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

He listened to her talking, confused over what she was trying to say, he picked up her slender, slightly trembling hand and intertwined it with his own. He gave her palm an encouraging squeeze, urging her to go on.

"I… I thought about everything that had happened over the last six years, and how you've always been there for me. Then I thought about why I was so scared, the reason doesn't matter, what matters is…" She opened her eyes and wiped away the tears forming in them before continuing, "Michael… the thing is… well…" she racked her brain thinking of how to say this in the right way. " Michael, since the day I met you, even when you were just my best friends older brother, I knew I felt something more, and that night at the winter carnival you changed my life for the better, forever. It hasn't always been easy, what with the whole princess thing, but we survived. I guess what I'm trying to say is… Michael Mozcotvits, will…" And there he cut in, placing a single finger over her lips and therefore silencing her. He stood up.

He stood up, this wasn't a good sign in Mia's eyes, and he hadn't even let her finish. She had been so stupid earlier, and now that she had realised that, she couldn't take it back. She closed her eyes wanting to escape the situation.

Michael looked at Mia, a bemused look upon his face. Why had she closed her eyes, had he misunderstood? He tapped her gently on the shoulder, making her return to the situation at hand and open her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, she opened them wide, not believing what she saw. There he was, one hand on her shoulder, his knee bent and the other hand holding the small box, in which was the most amazing ring she had ever seen, curvy with a sparkling red ruby in the centre, surrounded by shining diamonds, it seemed more beautiful now that it was last night. She gasped, a small smile spreading over her lips.

When he saw her reaction he smiled, relief flooding through his body, he had read the situation right. That was what she was going to say. He pulled her to his level and whispered softly,

"If I ask now, will you say yes?"

Mia giggled then nodded her head. He said the words, as he saw tears forming in her eyes, "Mia Thermopolis, Will you marry me?" He heard a squeak of joy escape from her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his knee. He kissed her softly on the head and then took the ring out of the box and placed it on her finger. He then kissed her tenderly on the lips still holding her tightly round the waist.

She felt joy filling her – from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair, every atom of her body tingles in delight, and she knew this was what she really wanted. Her reaction last night was just her being scared – which was normal – and now she was happy. Michael broke the kiss and whispered into her ear. "Happy Birthday, Princess".

What do you think? Any good? I love this ch, if I'm honest! I'll update ASAP but stuff is kind of hectic right now. Please review+ Thank you sooo Much to Luvmeasiam! She is the best beta ever! Thanks hunni. Xxx review please, Coolkitten12