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Camilla •

Since I agreed to the king's wishes, every day has been filled with nothing but bliss and pure pleasure. I discovered more of him, as he did to me. He has conquered me physically, which I also did to him. That I'd like to believe.

We had our own bubble. It was grunts and moans and whispers of the future. Our future together.

I used to be terrified of the word together. Commitment and dependence, that's what it meant to me.

The people who birthed me were the opposite. They were not committed to each other, to me as their child, and to their union to keep our family from falling apart. They did not depend on each other for strength and for support. My father found it on cheap spirits. My mother found it on someone else other than her husband. What a pity to be the result of their supposed togetherness.

But now.....now I can feel it's so much more than that. I don't exactly know what but I can feel it in me. Something changed.

Humming a happy tune I begin to lather my body with soap. Its violet scent filling my nostrils, enveloping my lungs. Soon steam covered the glass walls of the bathroom.

Suddenly strong arms banded around my waist from behind. Manly hands stole the soap from my own, now skimming all over my bare front. Slow and tantalizing. Rough skin grazed my plump belly, adding delicious friction to my already heated skin.

My breasts were treated to a sensual massage. The twins liked it, I suppose as goosebumps littered my arms. A strip of heat started to brew in my stomach to my slick core.

Gasps of pleasure came out from my mouth, my breath intakes were getting heavy from the sensuality of it all. The man behind me then twisted my body around. His lips captured mine in a French kiss, I believe it was called, as his tongue entered and danced with my tongue.

We were lips to lips, tongue to tongue, chest to chest. Hip to hip, skin to skin. It all suddenly felt so good, so right. Like our bodies are made for each other, molded together as one.

Needless to say everywhere we went it seemed like we can't keep our hands to ourselves. Even with the presence of Prince Izaak we were brazen. The old Camilla would surely cringe and castrate the new one. Good heavens I'm starting to think this must be my overly frustrated hormones coming out of its cave after a long period of hibernation.

There was no day that we were not satiated, yet we somehow still want more. I know I wanted more.

I'm praying King Nikolov did too.

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One morning I woke up with my tummy churning so bad. Rising up from bed, I ran towards the sink and bent over it where I deposited all the food I ate the night before.

When everything was out I gargled with tap water, cleaned the sink and brushed my teeth. Of course I have an inkling. I am not that innocent anymore. This is not because of spoilt food, I know.

I might be pregnant.

I think I'm pregnant.

Am I pregnant? Holy cow.

I wanted to curse, to jump and to cry all at the same time. I chose the latter. Tears started to pour out and I laughed my heart out for the first time in so long. I looked crazy but I'm crazily happy right now I don't freaking care who might see me.

I believe I'm having a baby. My baby. Mine. At thirty five! Oh God!

Wasting no time I went out to search for the king. I can't wait to tell him the good news. He's gonna be a father. He's gonna be happy I'm sure.

In the living room I found a man. But it's not Niko.

"Cami baby, you seem to be in a hurry. Is something the matter?" Prince Izaak spoke first, sensing the urgency in my strides.

"Prince Izaak, good morning. I'm looking for Nik-, King Nikolov. Have your majesty seen the king?" I asked, but not telling him why. The king needs to know first.

"Ouchie. You're not looking for me? Nobody loves me anymore!" He fake sobbed but pointed his index finger towards the direction of the sunroom. "Go that way, milady. He'll be glad to know you badly want to see his gorgeous face so early in the morning. What a fortunate jerk!"

"Thank you Prince Izaak." I bowed, then about to go my way when he called and said, "Iza. You can call me Iza. You're going to be part of the Igor's. You have his ring." He pointed at my little finger where the ring sat.

I halted my steps at that. "What does this ring mean, your majesty? Forgive me for having the audacity to ask for answers, but do pray tell, what exactly do you mean?"

Honestly I gave no mind at this little piece of jewelry. I vaguely remember the night the king slid this in my finger. And his words. He said some words I can't completely comprehend as I was full of emotions back then. Now I'm dying to know.

"Oopss I did it again. My bad. Your lover boy should be the one to tell you all these things and not me. Go your merry way. I'll be in the kitchen if you two need me. Adios, mi Reina."

Running to the sunroom I found the one I've been looking for. He's standing in front of a wide screen. Approaching the king I saw what he was watching. There on the screen was a pack of wolves. Well, four of them. And I think they looked familiar.

It seemed like they were the ones he called before in the lake. To my surprise Nikolov turned around and held me to his side, his arm in my waist. "Yes, that's them. My furry friends. They patrol every morning around the area. Beautiful, aren't they?"

I can't help but agree. Especially their blues, I remember.

"King Nikolov...", I halted when his eyes sharpened, "Niko, I came to tell you something important."

"Such as? It better be a good one." Oh I think it is.

"Earlier...when I woke up, I felt sick."

"I'll give you medicine la-

"I vomited." I paused to gather courage. "I think I'm pregnant." There. Before I chickened out.

He did what he usually do. Closed his eyes, as if to savor the words he just heard. I felt his arms tightened around me. A hard thing poking in my belly.

When he opened his eyes, there's a look of conviction in it. "Let's be sure." Was all he said before he dragged me gently by the hand.

"Give me those test kits you always bring with you. Five." He told Prince Izaak when we found him eating peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My mouth watered. Wait. Why does he bring test kits? Are those the same for what I think it is?

The prince stopped eating. I eyed his sandwich. I badly need one. My gums are itching.

He grinned and stood from his seat, approached us and unceremoniously engulfed me in a tight embrace. "I'm gonna be the best and coolest uncle in the world. Trust me."

The king separated him from me, leveled him with a heavy stare. "Hurry now, Iza!" He seemed in a haste.

"Alright, alright. I'll get it." He left to get the said kits. In his wake he left a trace of his cologne, expensive and woodsy. I like it.

"What are you sniffing at?" He mirrored my actions and sniffed the air. He looked cute I wanted to pinch his crinkled nose. And so I did, which I regretted once I released his nose and realized the childishness of the act.

"Forgive me, your majesty. I didn't know what came over me." I bowed my head in shame, afraid of his reaction.

"I knew. And it's fine. Perfectly fine." Then he kissed me deep but short. "I liked what you did. You can do it again, only when were alone."

I was about to answer when we heard the prince's footsteps so I just smiled instead. I'll tell him later.

"Here you go, my king and milady. That's all I have with me. It should be enough, aye?" His playful tone always got me comfortable and at ease. He might be right. He'll be a good uncle, if not the best.

Without a word the king dragged me yet again to the bedroom this time. We went straight to the bathroom and handed me a small box. The rest of the boxes he put atop the sink. This must be it. What little education I had told me this is the device that tells if a female is pregnant or not. I saw a similar one being used by a guest in the breakfast inn I used to work to before.

"This is a pregnancy test kit. Do you know how to operate this? If not I will contact the doctor to give us the correct instructions. You can read here how to use it. Can you do it, flower?" His gentle voice a contrast to his intense eyes.

"I think I can. Please just... wait for me in the bedroom." He was reluctant at first. "Alright." He kissed me again, only this time rougher, as if to convey his emotions in one single kiss.

When the door closed, my hands trembled. Come what may, I whispered in the air.

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Nikolov •

Five minutes of waiting felt so fvcking long. Sitting atop the soft mattress numbed my behind so I opted to stand at the bathroom door. But it would put her off, I thought. So I strode toward the farthest divan from the door and sat there. Then seconds later I gave up. I went back to the bathroom door and stood there like a creep.

God the suspense was killing me! If Camilla was truly pregnant...

I was in her face the moment the door went ajar. She was taken aback by my aggression but my mind lost sight of decency. The test result, yes, I need to know the result.

"Quick. Tell me the result this instant."
She looked overwhelmed, her eyes moistened from unshed tears. "Is it affirmative?"

"Nikolov, there are two red lines. What does it mean?" She didn't know? How come?

I got the box and quickly read the instructions just to be sure. Two red lines meant positive.

We are pregnant! Holy fucking fvcks!

My head was exploding with all sorts of emotions. But we are not certain, still.

To leave no doubt I immediately called for my doctor to come into the fortress. Of course with utmost discretion, I let my men blindfold him on the way to the fortress, only took it off when he was inside our bedroom. He ran a quick examination to Camilla. He asked some questions and took some blood sample to be tested.

While the doctor did his thing, the anticipation yet again was almost suffocating. I was barely hanging by a thread when I was shown the undoubted result.

POSITIVE.

That one word gave me too much to process. But my heart... it wanted to jump out of its cage.

Before anything else, there were things to be done first. "Doctor Montgomery, I expect that by now you already know the protocols by heart. One word and you're done. Get it?"

"King Nikolov, my family and I have long offered and proved our loyalty to you. I don't wish to sever our rapport. This will remain between us. And I congratulate you on your heir. Best wishes, your Majesty."

"Very well. You're service and loyalty are highly appreciated. My men will escort you back to the hospital."

"Thank you, my king. I bid you adieu."

Signaling my men to escort him back, he was then blindfolded and led out of the room.

Finally free from all necessary nuisance, it is time to face the music. This music I'd gladly dance to.

Grinning from ear to ear, I can't help praising myself for a job well done. I'd pat my back and tell me how proud I am of this accomplishment, only if it's not too much. I'm not one for theatrics but this sure is an exception.

I'm having a baby. I'm going to be a daddy. Holy fvck.

Joining a sleeping Camilla on the bed, I carefully eased my giant frame behind and snaked an arm in her natural plump belly. When months shall pass our child will grow and her stomach would become even plumper to a watermelon. I chuckled heartily.

Thinking about it felt like a warm caress to my insides, a tickle in my hidden spots, a jolt to my already rushing bloodstream.

I looked down in my pants. There my buddy stood, begging for some Camilla attention. It's over bearing, hard and ready to explode if given the chance. But it would have to wait. My big baby's out in dreamland. Though she has to wake up soon and eat. Now more than ever she needs proper nourishment.

Guess it's about time I scour parenting books for some good daddy tips.

Easy, I thought, smirking.

Or is it? Time will tell. By then I'm certain I will be on top of the game.

Ha!

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