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I could do this!

I mean, I brought democracy to a monarchy country. I have been through worse. So why am I so scared of telling Grandmére that Michael and I are engaged?

Maybe because I still remember the show she put on when I moved in with Michael.

I remember that she found out by my mother and she went nuts! She started talking about how I should marry him first, that the press would talk bad about my reputation.

Come on, really?! We live in the 21st Century.

I looked again in the mirror and my eyes were spooked. I looked like a deer in front of a car.

"Take a deep breath Mia. Everything will be fine." I try to think. Grandmére is the only person that still doesn't know about me and Michael. Lily, Tina and Boris already knew even before me so when I called Lily and Tina to tell them, they already had done the party without me. I found out that they helped Michael pick the ring and the flowers.

My parents and Michael's reacted really well, they were so happy that we would finally marry. According to my mother, my father has been waiting for the moment to take me to the altar since I moved in with Michael three years ago.

Even Lars knew.

But Grandmére… she didn't and if she found out that she is the only one that doesn't know, I don't even want to think about that.

"Still thinking about what you're going to say?"

I turn and see Michael leaving the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair wet with a few water drops running through his chest. Sweet Lord, the man is a Greek God come true.

He laughs and I raise my eyes from his chest to his eyes. He knows how much power he has on me.

I sit on the bed and avert my gaze away from him. I need to think, he can't distract me now.

I feel the bed sink next to me and look up.

"It's going to be fine… we'll tell her that she is the first to know." He says running his hand through my cheek.

I press against his hand and take a deep breath.

"Okay. But you need to get dress. Seeing you naked makes me want to crawl back to bed and have my way with you." I said stroking his chest.

Michael laughed and kissed my lips getting up and searching for his clothes.

The trip to the Plaza was quiet and my nerves were getting the best of me. I am sure Michael's hand hurt with how much I squeezed it.

The car came to a stop and Michael turned to me.

"Mia, you need to breathe." He said with a smirk. He loved every time we had to tell people we were going to get married… even if that person was my grandmother. "I won't let her hurt you."

"Oh, stop laughing, it's not funny." I said sarcastically, which just made it worse. Michael laughed even more and I felt a little better.

Waiting for her to open the door was the worst three minutes of my life. I couldn't understand why I was so nervous. I had a plan. We would go there, say what we had to say and get the hell out.

That's a good plan, right? Right?!

The door opened and Grandmére's bodyguard, Arnold, came through it.

"Princess. Doctor." He said giving us passage.

"Oh , Amelia , I'm glad you came. The Minister of Culture wants to meet with you to discuss some events for the Culture Week of Genovia." She said getting up from her chair.

For someone who had almost 95 years, Clarisse Marie Grimaldi Renaldo, was more perky and sassy than a 30 year old person.

"Michael ..." She said, finally realizing that we were not the only two people in the room. The relationship between Grandmère and Michael was better but it still could be considered as a "professional" relationship. To Grandmére, Michael was just a man that someday would give her a grandchild, an heir. My luck was that Michael was not offended by that. He didn't care about what Grandmére said about him as long as it wouldn't hurt me.

We sat in front of her and Michael squeezed my hand. I knew he was giving me comfort. I took a deep breath and spoke.

"Grandmère, Michal and I have something to tell you." I said at once.

Grandmère froze and widened her painted eyes.

"Are you pregnant?! I knew it! I knew it! I knew that the idea of you two going to live together would cause problems." She exploded, rising with the help of her cane and walking from one side to the other. "What will the media say? Oh my God, I can even see the headlines: 'Princess of Genovia pregnant with a bastard child'."

"Grandmére!"

I shook my head, not knowing what to say. How can person distort so many things in a sentence?!

Michael didn't find the part of the "bastard" very funny and coughed.

"Clarisse, what Mia meant was that we're engaged. We are going to get married." He said with the calm that characterized Michael.

Grandmère stopped in the middle of the room and turned quickly. I swear she cannot be 95 years, no one under that age moves that well.

"Married?" She said lightly. She sat back on the chair and smiled at us. "You're getting married? It's about time. Do you have a date?"

Michael and I looked at each other and I answered.

"In five months. Maximum."

"Five Months?" She shouted. "It is too early. We have so many things to think about. Flowers, the dress, the guests. I will handle that part because there are a lot of people that I don't want to come. The press, we must alert the press."

Grandmère acted like she was alone in the room.

Hello, it's MY marriage!

"Wait."

Oh no. What now?

"Am I the last to know you are getting married?" She asked turning to us and putting her hands in her lap. Waiting.

"No. To tell the truth you are the first." Michael said quietly. Oh how I loved him. Only he could deal with my crazy Grandmère.

"Not even your mother knows, Amelia?" She asked surprised.

"No. When we leave here we will tell her." I said trying to maintain a quiet face.

Grandmère laughed and began making plans after plans.

To say I felt like a weight had left my shoulders was little. I was euphoric.

Michael widened his eyes to the atrocities that Grandmére wanted to do with our wedding. After an entire afternoon talking about invitations and churches and whatever, we finally left the Plaza and went home.

When we got there, I sat on the couch and took a deep breath.

"That went well." I said while Michael took his coat off and sat beside me, grabbing my legs and putting them in his lap.

Zizi, came to us meowing softly. Zizi had been a gift from Michael when my dear fatlouie died. His loss was still a shock to me and Zizi filled a bit the void that fatlouie left. Zizi and Pavlov got along just fine which was fantastic because they had to live together every day.

"It could have been worse ... At least she left the 'bastard' conversation aside." Michael said sarcastically while massaging my legs.

"Sometimes she doesn't think about what she says." I answered. I knew those words had hurt him even though he didn't show it. I took my legs off his lap, letting Zizi aside and sat straight on his lap, circling his neck with my arms.

"But I wouldn't mind start training." I told him kissing his jaw tenderly.

Michael leaned back, giving me more room to kiss him, and was silent for some time.

"Do you want children?" He murmured. This was a conversation we never had before. Maybe because it was never the right time. I leaned back to be able to look at him and shrugged.

"Don't you?" I asked.

Michael smiled and fondled my stomach.

"I never thought about that. You're still so young." He replied kissing me lightly.

"Yes, but we don't need to have them right now. I want to enjoy all the time we have together. Meantime we can practice..." I said trying to sound seductive. One thing I never would be. But Michael seemed to like it because he tightened his arms around my waist and drew me more closely to his body.

"Sounds like a good idea." He replied, getting up from the couch with me on his lap.

I know that tomorrow when I wake up I will have a thousand and one things to do with the marriage and with Grandmère diabolical plans, but for now it's just the two of us. Sheltered from the world and from everything that could disturb us.

We are together. We are each others. Today and forever.


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