FIN

Our coronation was unlike anything I've ever experienced. The movies didn't do it justice.

We sit alone in our throne room exhausted.

But there's no better time to tell him. I sit in his lap and smile at him.

"Hello King Edward," I run my hand through his hair.

He smiles back, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of pride and fatigue. "Hello, my Queen," he replies, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I have some news for you," I say softly, my heart racing.

Edward raises an eyebrow, curiosity replacing the exhaustion on his face. "Oh? And what might that be?"

I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, "In about eight months, you'll have a new title to add to your list."

He pulls back, confusion evident in his expression. "What do you mean?"

I take his hand and place it gently on my stomach. "Daddy."

Edward's eyes widen, a mix of shock and joy flooding his features. For a moment, he's speechless, his hand trembling slightly against my abdomen.

"You're... we're..." he stutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, tears of happiness welling up in my eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Suddenly, Edward's face breaks into the most radiant smile I've ever seen. He wraps his arms around me tightly, burying his face in my neck. I can feel his body shaking with emotion.

"Oh my God," he breathes, pulling back to look into my eyes. "This is... this is incredible. When did you find out?"

"Just yesterday," I reply, cupping his face in my hands. "I wanted to wait until after the coronation to tell you. I didn't want to distract you from your duties. Only a few hours into this queen gig and I've already got the heir thing sorted."

Edward laughs, a deep, joyous sound that echoes through the empty throne room. He places his hand back on my stomach, his touch gentle and reverent.

"You're amazing," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "A queen and a mother-to-be, all in one day. I can't believe it. You overachiever."

I lean my forehead against his, savouring this intimate moment amidst the grandeur of our surroundings. "I know it's a lot to take in," I whisper. "Are you happy?"

"Happy doesn't even begin to cover it," Edward replies, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm elated, overjoyed, ecstatic... and terrified."

I chuckle softly. "Me too. But we'll figure it out together, right?"

He nods, pulling me closer. "Together. Always."

"Considering the way we have been fucking I'm honestly shocked this didn't happen sooner," I laugh.

Edward lets out a hearty laugh, his chest rumbling against me. "I suppose you're right. We haven't exactly been... restrained in our activities."

I grin mischievously, tracing a finger along his jawline. "Well, Your Majesty, I'd say we've been quite thorough in our attempts to secure the royal lineage."

He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "Indeed we have, my Queen. And now..." His other hand caresses my still-flat stomach gently. "Now we have the most precious result of those efforts growing right here."

A comfortable silence falls between us as we both contemplate the life beginning within me. After a moment, Edward speaks again, his voice soft and contemplative.

"You know, this changes everything. The council, the public... they'll all have opinions on how we should proceed."

I nod, understanding the weight of it all.

"But at the end of the day it'll be our baby," I say holding my hand above his on my stomach.

"Our baby," Edward repeats, his voice filled with wonder. "You're right. No matter what anyone else says or thinks, this child is ours."

I lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. "We'll protect them, won't we? From all the pressures and expectations?"

Edward nods, his chin resting on top of my head. "With everything we have. This little one will know love before duty, laughter before protocol."

"And adventure before etiquette?" I add with a grin.

He chuckles. "Absolutely. We'll sneak them out of the palace for ice cream and piggyback rides."

I sit up, looking into his eyes. "Promise me something, Edward."

"Anything," he replies without hesitation.

"Promise me that no matter how crazy things get, no matter how many advisors or traditions try to dictate our lives, we'll always put our family first. That we'll be present for our child, not just figureheads."

Edward's gaze softens, and he cups my face in his hands. "I promise you, with everything I am, that our family will always come first. We'll be there for every milestone, every skinned knee, every triumph and heartbreak. This child will know they are loved beyond measure, not just by their parents, but by the man and woman behind the crowns. I'll be the father I never had."

Tears prick at my eyes, and I nod, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his voice.

"Thank you," I whisper, leaning in to kiss him softly.

As we part, a mischievous glint appears in Edward's eye. "You know," he says, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, "I've heard that pregnant women have certain... increased desires."

I feel a flush creeping up my neck at his suggestive tone. "You're telling me. It's been a fight not to tear that suit off you all day."

Edward's eyes darken with desire. "Well then, my Queen," he purrs, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, "perhaps we should retire to our chambers and... celebrate our news properly."

"Your Majesty," I gasp in mock scandal, "what will the people say if they knew their new king was sneaking off for a tryst?"

Edward nuzzles my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "They'll say their king knows how to properly worship his queen," he murmurs, trailing kisses along my collarbone.

I shiver at his touch, my body already responding to his ministrations. "Well, when you put it that way..." I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging gently to bring his lips to mine.

Our kiss is passionate, filled with the pent-up desire we've been holding back all day. When we finally part, we're both breathless.

"Race you to the royal chambers?" I suggest with a wicked grin.

Edward's eyes sparkle with mischief. "You're on."

In a flurry of laughter and rustling robes, we dash through the palace halls, propriety forgotten in our haste. Guards and servants alike stare in shock as their newly crowned monarchs behave like teenagers.