Well, I decided to post part 2 before I go out of town for the weekend. I should be able to still post next week at some point. Oh, and to whoever asked if I could pick "Different Worlds" back up.. I could definitely give that some thought! It would also prompt me to re-watch the first couple seasons which I'm quite okay with. :) Enjoy!

Part 2

Two Weeks Later

Eleanor lays on her back with her hands on her belly. She's propped up on a pillow on top of a spacious rug in the middle of the ballroom. It was the area she frequented when she used to smoke joints.. or drop acid.. or take mushrooms. Staring up at the trippy stained glass ceiling would always captivate her, spending at least an hour studying it. The fluorescent blue, green, and red patterns that are dispersed seem to tell a different story each time. Sometimes while on mushrooms she'd see animals, like dolphins swimming across it. But one time when she dropped acid the red coloring morphed in to some sort of a demon face that almost scared the piss out of her. She hasn't touched that drug since. She lightly giggles at the thought.

"Please don't tell me your dropping acid while pregnant." A recognizable voice echoes down the hall.

"Liam!" Eleanor is quick to her feet rushing toward her brother at an accelerated pace. He chuckles as her body forcefully smashes against his bringing her in for a hug. "I missed you so much. How was the trip?" She pulls back with a disgusted look on her face. "Bloody hell you smell like a fish market." The heightened sensitivity to scent wasn't working in her favor.

"It was vile." Their uncle approaches from behind him. Cyrus is wearing a bland grey t-shirt and jeans. They're covered in what looked like grease, but it probably was some type of fish juice. Eleanor doesn't hesitate to burst in to laughter at the appearance of her uncle. He rolls his eyes tossing a couple fishing rods to the floor. "I'm going to go sit in a tub full of rubbing alcohol for the next few hours if either of you brats need me."

They look at each other this time holding back giggles at his extreme irritation. Although he pulled off an negligent facade, it spoke volumes that he took care of Liam while she couldn't. It made Eleanor feel a type of love for her uncle that she had never experienced.

"I'm going to go shower. Meet me at the garden in 30 minutes?"

She rampantly nods her head, the grin never leaving her face.

"Sounds like Cyrus vomited more times than I did in my first trimester," Eleanor states before taking a bite of a blueberry muffin.

"You have no idea. He was a bloody mess."

The twins sit on a white bench next to one of the fountains that blew a light mist of water whenever the wind would pass. They're surrounded by roses of all different colors from pink to blue to yellow. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon at just the right temperature. This gave Eleanor the perfect opportunity to wear a flowy light blue dress that provided maximum comfort. At this point she didn't fit in her jeans but frankly she was content with wearing loose fitted clothing.

"But it seems as though the two of you had a great honeymoon," Liam encourages her to share more.

"More like the three of us," she snorts. "My new bodyguard was driving Jasper mad. You know how he is. But now apparently you've got a run for your money. I think he's earned his rank as Jasper's new best friend."

Liam chuckles arching an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"They're inseparable. I'm starting to think he's going to leave him for me. Shit, I would. I've blown up like a bloody balloon," she half jokes rubbing her stomach.

"You look more beautiful than ever Lenny," Liam says placing his hand on her thigh. "You're glowing."

There's a noticeable pause in the conversation as her expression drops. It appeared as though she was frowning. She puts the muffin down gazing off into the distance.

"Len?"

A stream of tears trickle down her face. She shakes her head in defiance as she was clearly fighting them back.

"What's going on?"

Jasper emerges from the palace's front doors making his way toward them. He was on break and decided to go catch up with Liam. He halts in place as his heart sinks at the scene before him. Their backs are turned to him, but he can see Eleanor's face buried in her brother's neck sobbing.

Ever since the ultrasound he couldn't get the picture of Eleanor's reaction out of his head. She was distraught. And every time he even tried to bring it up she'd shut him out. Clearly she was inwardly battling something severe. He wasn't one to eavesdrop, but he was getting desperate at this point.

"I don't want my daughter to have to go through what I went through growing up." She sniffs wiping her nose. "This lifestyle turned me in to a drug addict alcohol guzzling whore."

Jasper's eyebrows raise in surprise. He takes a couple steps closer.

"Don't talk about yourself that way."

"Liam, it's the goddamn truth!" she suddenly yells making her brother and husband flinch. "I hated growing up in that god forsaken palace, the person I became.. the person I am."

"You've grown so much, Lenny. How do you not see that?"

"Sure the money was great for a while," she continues ignoring his comment. Her raging hormones had a mind of their own. "But then it got boring. I own every article of clothing I could ever want. Buy all of the drugs I could ingest or snort. I don't want this life for my daughter. Our mom could give a shit about our upbringing and look how that turned out!" she hollers gesturing between the two. "What if I'm just like mum? What if she's exactly like me? A total screw up!"

"Eleanor STOP!" Liam booms standing to his feet facing her. The intense expression and tone of voice shuts her up instantly. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he's met essentially face to face with Jasper who had been lurking behind them. Jasper instantly does a waving motion with his hands to not acknowledge him. "Um," Liam continues thrown completely off guard. His eyes dart between his sister's and his brother-in-law's until they finally set on Eleanor. "Maybe we should take a walk. Come on." He offers his hand helping her stand as Jasper is quick to bolt in the other direction.

Eleanor plays with bubbles that float across the surface of the water. She lowers herself so the lower half of her face is submerged.

"Hey baby," Jasper softly says walking in the bathroom. He'd taken off his jacket and shoes leaving him in slacks, a white dress shirt, and a navy blue tie. He takes a seat on the floor next to the tub.

"Hey babe," she replies collecting a tower of bubbles. He carefully watches her hands not expecting the stack of suds to come piling on the top of his head. She giggles incessantly as his mouth forms into a thin line and his ice blue eyes throw daggers at her. One of the highlights of this whole pregnancy thing was that she got to mess with her husband as much as she wanted, and he couldn't retaliate.

At least most of the time.

Jasper reaches his arm into the tub splashing a hefty amount of water at her face. She gasps for air out of shock wiping her eyes.

"Oh you little shit." She reaches at him grabbing his tie tugging him toward her.

"Stop," he chuckles trying to hold himself in place. But she doesn't let go, pulling harder by the second. Finally, he gives in and decides to throw his entire clothed body in the spacious tub. This amuses the hell out of her laughing heartily. Seeing her smile so big warms his heart. He smooshes her cheeks together with his hands before bringing her in for a kiss. He starts to back away but she leans in.

"More," Eleanor whispers giving him that look. She runs her fingers through his damp hair while examining his face. His perfectly sculpted brows, iridescent eyes, chiseled jaw, and extremely kissable lips. He scoots toward her placing his hands on her hips under the water. They begin to make out for a short while, until he stops without warning. Her eyes widen paired with pouty lips. "Why'd you stop?" She starts to unzip his drenched pants but he places his hand on hers.

Along with fierce unpredictable hormones came an extremely high sex drive for the Princess. Most of the time, if not every time, it was hard for him to resist. No matter where they were. But for now there were more serious matters at hand.

"Eleanor we need to talk." Jasper's tone changes the entire vibe and makes her slightly anxious. Whenever he said her full name either she was in trouble or a very serious subject was bound to come up.

She lightly sighs before lounging her back against the tub. "Okay. Speak."

He rubs his face trying to gather his thoughts. He didn't think he'd be fully clothed in a bath tub when they would have this conversation. "Fuck, I'm no good at this shit," he mumbles. "I'll just get to the point. I was listening to your and Liam's conversation today."

"You where what?" she asks with a nervous smile shaking her head.

"Look, I walked up and I saw you crying and-"

"You were eavesdropping?" She gives him a look that makes him feel like a creep. "What-what part of the conversation?"

"Pretty much all of it," he daringly admits.

The look of betrayal on her face is prominent. She silently begins to let herself out of the tub.

"Will you just hear me out?"

"That was a private conversation between me and my brother." She grabs a towel wrapping it around herself, her wet hair sticking to her shoulder.

"I know. I know it was." He start to take off his soaking wet clothes in the realization that he may have to chase after her. "But I couldn't resist.. Len, the day of the ultrasound.. I can't get it off my mind."

As expected Eleanor turns on her heels walking at a fast pace into the bedroom. He hops out of the bath with copious amounts of water traveling with him. He hastily wraps a towel around his lower half following her.

"Jasper I don't want to talk about it," she firmly states while brushing her hair.

"Would you just-" He stops in place. "What if I told you it was possible?"

This instantly catches her attention as she slams the brush on her vanity. She slowly turns her head toward him with a speculative expression. "If what was possible?"

Jasper cautiously approaches her until he's right in front of her. She looks up to him with curious eyes as he places a hand on her enlarged belly. He slowly rubs it as they maintain intense eye contact.

"That we could raise our daughter outside of the palace. Outside of this life."

Eleanor's forehead scrunches in confusion.

"I want it too," he says above a whisper. "I want it for her."

Still looking him straight in the eye, she places her hand over his. Her lower lip quivers a bit before she simply says, "How?"

He plants a delicate kiss on her forehead before walking over to the bed. Sitting down he motions for her to join him.

"Come have a seat."