The Princess' Royal Pregnancy, Tova Calgaret [beautiful books to read .TXT] 📗

if I did, I would have the fine paid in just a simple phone call in length, no more than a minute or two. OMFG! I was so very needy at the moment and only my other half can cure me *!!WINK!!WINK!!*

When I get home, the butler comes to tell me that tmy grandfather is in the hospital. They became worried about his health, so they rushed him to the hospital.

I call Mahamed and tell him what happened. He told me that he would meet me at the hospital. I was greeted by the sight of journalists flocking about at the front, milling around, trying to get the one photo that would be the jack-pot picture. I walked by them, but I got blocked.

Mahamed wrapped his arms around me and said to the cameras that I was going to check on a family member and that I didn't need the stress of them swooping about like vultures. But, being the diplomatic Prince that he is, he said it in the nicest way possible to say that.

We left them and when we walked into the hospital room that had my grand-father, the King. I looked at him and that was when the realisation hit me, he might not pull through this time. If so, his wife, my grand-mother, wouldn't be able to live with the loss. They were soul-mates, and the loss alone would kill them.

I cried, I felt myself being hugged by three people. I look up and see, Mum, Mahamed, and Nan. If anything happened to my grand-parents, I had to step up to the plate and take on the role of Queen.

You might be thinking, what happened to people that should be preceeding before myself, well, that's simple. They all died in a plane crash, Mum was to heavily pregnant with me to get on the plane, and look how lucky she is? She lived, while the others died, and she had me!

We staid for as long as the visiting hours, lasted, and we had a tough time on our hands to get my grand-mother to go home for a few hours, just to make it look as if the King was just in bed, due to a doctor's advice.

She went back as soon as she could without raising suspicions, and she did so in a disguise so that the journalists wouldn't be able to recognise her so easily.

The next day, we had the joyous news that we could take our King home, but the joy was short lived, for sadness was close on it's tail.


CHAPTER TEN:
A Day Of Great Joy And Great Sorrow.


We were notified that he came home to died peacefully, in an environment that he feels comfortable in. The Family home. I made him a deal. I would take over the role of Queen, if he could hold out long enough to see the birth of his great-grand-children, mine.

We decided to push the wedding up, Mahamed's parents agreed, after all, they saw how the loss would devistate, not just the family, but the whole country.

We announced the news to the country on a conference that my grand-mother had organised. With the news of great sorrow, came the news of great joy!

Seeing as the wedding was already planned and the stuff done, we pushed the date up. And to say that we were almost deafened by the din that the crowd had erupted with, was an understatement of the MEGA kind! *Giggles*

I smiled at the crowd of followers in front of me, but I was crying on the inside. I was sad, happy, worried, and stragely excited.

I was to become a QUEEN! But at the price of losing two loved ones. My grand-parents.
I was scared. I was to become a wife, and weeks after that, a Queen. My life seemed to be on fast-foward at the moment.

After the announcements, the palace was a flurry of activity, almost like as if it were a hive of bees. I was approached by my Head Councilman, Mr. Keith Geraldton and his traitor trophy wife, Vivian Olivia Geraldton, AKA Vivian Olivia Grace, AKA The BIGGEST TWO-FACED TRAITOR GOING!

You may be wonder why I called her that? Well, we were friends at one point, along with Ellayna, Jennifer and Trisha. But she was engaged to my Head Councilman before she CHOSE to betray my trust.

She went to her mother's friend and told her who I was, my full title, Her Royal Highness, Princess Elizabella Serena Grace Jacobson-Lu'beck. She told me, that she was drunk and shit. But when I chatted with the journalist that covered my story. She told me the truth, on the grounds that if she did, I would give her an exclusive interview. The Harpy fulfilled her end of the bargain and then it was time to fulfill mine, and I did, I just told her the truth, and said over a live television show, that Vivian Olivia Grace is a traitor, DO NOT TRUST HER WITH ANY TYPE OF SECRETS!

Vivian Olivia Grace was so very mortified and she went to the press, say shit like, I made that stuff up! We battled it out in public for months before she was married, and the Tart thought it would be funny if she trashed my room, and "borrowed" one of my ball gowns for a formal.

Guess how I found out she did that? She was at one of MY formal occasions, and the dumb-ass, that she is, she didn't think that I would be their. HELLO! IT WAS A PARTY TO CELEBRATE MY 18TH! How could I not go?

I wanted to slap her across the face SO badly! I just went to my room, grabbed my empty garment bag and called the police. They arrested her in front of everyone, even her husband. And she lied to everyone to their face, even her husband.

I put a restraining order on her, and because of that, her husband, Keith Geraldton, he NEVER came near me to speak politics, after all, I could have his "beautiful pregnant wife" (Note the sarcasm) and have her escorted off the land.

I knew for a fact that my cousin was his wife's baby's daddy! How do I know? He told me! And Keith Geraldton told my grand-parents her due date. I did the math and it lined up perfectly! She was easy! And she will always be! Remember that saying; Once a tart, always a tart?!

I just had to figure out a way to break the news to him. What the hell! I thought evilly. At birth, the baby will have a 50/50 chance of being born looking like my cousin, on my mother's side, and Keith Geraldton. I just hope she gets caught in the lie!

You see, my cousin had VERY distinct features, jet-black hair, and ice-blue eyes. Whereas, Keith Geraldton, had blonde hair and emerald-green eyes.

I Just had to wait and see, you see, all the women in her family have week genes, the man's genes are stronger, that is why, each and every generation in her family they look like their fathers. I couldn't wait to see if she was lying or not!

I still had to fly fly over to Australia and see the family. And I hated one member of my family in particular, Leonie Katherine Jacobson. She is two-faced to say the least. She would tell me she loves me to get a MASSIVE party in my Mansion, my home in Australia! She would use MY limousines and say that they were hers, just because after the news got out of who I was, I had my family, close family, set
up in a mansion next door to mine.

Leonie in particular, is a suck-up. She sucks up to me so she could have a party at my place. I let her, but I tell her, she has to clean up after herself, but being as lazy as she is, she bullies my staff into doing it.

I had to fly out the next day, but I was dreading when Leonie meets Mahamed, she would be like, wearing clothes that don't exist. But I had to do this, because if I didn't I would be like, branded a BITCH in the family, for not handing the wedding invitations out, for the private party after the wedding.

I was dreading tomorrow! I packed lightly, after all, I did have clothes over at my home in Australia. I just had to pluck up the courage to walk onto the actual plane.


CHAPTER ELEVEN:
Meeting Leonie And An Epiphany.


We, Mahamed and I awoke early, and we were on the plane in no time at all. I rubbed my large belly as I fell asleep once again.

I was woken up by Mahamed and he told me that we had landed. We walked on the tarmack to get to the awaiting Hummer stretch. I rode in STYLE! *Giggles*

We were taken to my home and it was their that I was greeted with the most obnoxious sight! Leonie was "taken" now, and it was when Mahamed and I got out that she threw her guy aside and began hitting on mine!

"Leonie, get the hell away from my fiance! If you don't, don't be expecting an all expences paid trip, in the Royal Private Jet, and accommidation at the Royal Palace." She perked
up at the word 'ROYAL'!

She is a spot-light SLUT! She always has to be the centre of attention, if she isn't she would do something or say something that would put her at the centre!

I went inside and unpacked. I walked out to see Leonie, hanging off of Mahamed's arm, as if she belonged their. "What are you doing Leonie?" I ask her.

She even has the nerve to say, "I didn't do anything! He was flirting with me!" While still oldin onto his arm.

Mahamed saw my temper flair up and he smiled, which makes my temper flair into higher levels. "Believe me Leonie, I come from a family that stay loyal, to the spouce that they love. Take my parents for example, they LOVE one another and they still have an exclusive relationship. Even after the years they were together. FIDELITY at it's finest!" He says to her.

My body froze into place. Did I hear what I think I heard? But then Leonie had to say the bitchiest thing ever! "I heard you were marrying her so that her babies aren't born bastards. I also heard that she gave herself to you so that she could land herself the best husband she could." Then she mumbled, "The slut."

I was on her a quick as a rocket. But I was pulled off of her before I threw my first punch. Mahamed held me and said into my ear, "Think of the babies, sweetheart. They might get hurt if you get into a fight now." My body relaxed, and it was then that I realised something. Somewhere along the line, I fell head over heels in love with him!

With the realisation, I felt awash with LOVE! For him! For our Children and for our families. When that happened, with mine and Mahamed's Hands were on my belly, and the children moved inside me. As if to say, that I was on the right path.

Out of nowhere, I began to cry. Mahamed turned me around and hugged me tederly, as if he would never let me go. Later that night, he cuddled, me in