The Crown (Prince Harry fanfic #5)

Chapter Two

Once returning back to his Kensington Palace apartment, only a few lights were left on inside. His wife at least left a few on. It was close to midnight, and Lucy liked to sleep. Sometimes Lucy would stay up but in the morning, she had an early event. Harry popped into the kitchen and grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading up the stairs. His feet dragged along the steps, tiredness seeping into everything that he did.

Harry's mind focused on a baby. It was more of William's somewhat hurtful words than everything else. Harry and Lucy had decided to wait, to enjoy themselves as a newlywed couple, and he was fine with a year. But it was now a little past two years. It hadn't bothered him, but then his older brother started talking. Harry wasn't getting any younger.

When getting to the room, the lights were off but there was enough light through the windows that he could change. Quietly he took off his shoes and set them aside. He removed his jacket and hung it up. He started to undress and accidentally let his pants fall to the ground. The metal of his belt hit the ground, causing a loud sound. Hissing, Harry looked over to his wife, but she was still fast asleep. He expected some movement from her. Lucy had never slept through anything heavy before, especially because of her past. Now, she had no need to wake up apparently.

He changed into his pajamas and then went into the bathroom. He didn't flip on the lights to relieve himself into the toilet, only closed the door most of the way. Once he finished, Harry could taste the champagne still in his mouth and needed out. Harry shut the door and it went completely dark in the bathroom. His fingers ran across the wall until he found the wall and the light flashed on. Harry immediately grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. He looked at the mirror, finding how pale he was. At the bottom of the vision, on Lucy's side of the sink, there were some boxes.

Curiosity hit him like a brick, as he looked down at the boxes and the sticks. There were five in total, all different brands, all lined up on their boxes. The directions were easy, positive or negative, plus or minus. Yet all the sticks had plus signs.

Confusion bloomed on his face as he set down his toothbrush and toothpaste. His eyes glued to the boxes, reading them. The words didn't seem to be English to him, more than an alien language. There were five sticks on five boxes, all positive with plus signs. But what did it mean?

Harry didn't have to wonder long because under the sticks with plus signs and boxes was a pink sticky note in Lucy's handwriting. It said I'm pregnant.

Like a wave hit him, Harry almost let out a scream. Happiness flooded through him. His eyes kept glancing back at the sticks and boxes, and then at the note. The sticky note had it all. The sticky note wasn't lying, because the sticks weren't lying. False positives and false negatives happened, but there were five sticks. All of them had the same answer.

Turning off the light, he couldn't contain his excitement. He hopped up and down, and then he shoved it all down inside of him. He opened the bathroom door and Lucy still slept. Harry couldn't understand how she was so calm, so fast asleep, but she was peaceful. Also, he knew Lucy was calm about most things. However, he still wanted Lucy to be bouncing up and down.

Harry laid down next to her. He breathed deeply. Every time he blinked, he saw Lucy and his little baby. Sleep wouldn't take him now; he was too excited. And he needed to show his wife how excited he was. He was ready to have a baby.

"Luce?" he whispered.

Slowly, she stirred.

"Lucy?"

"What?" she demanded into her pillow.

He moved the bed slightly, excitement getting to him. "We're going to have a baby."

"Yeah, I know, thanks." Lucy tried to go back to sleep.

"Why aren't you excited?"

"Because I'm sleeping," she said. "You know the thing I need so the fetus can grow. And I'm an incubator."

Harry sighed, and then he lowered his head down to her stomach.

"What are you doing?" Lucy groaned, finally opening her eyes. "Seriously, Harry, I have an event in the morning that I have to get up early for. Let me sleep."

"We've been using condoms."

She sighed. "Well, remember a while back, we got home from a party and we let the night take us away. It was probably then."

He nodded slowly. "How didn't I realize?" Harry wondered. "Luce, you're supposed to have, like, morning sickness. Am I bad person because I missed your morning sickness? How didn't I realize you were sick? Kate had serious morning sickness."

Lucy let out a cry in anger. "Shut up, and no. I don't have morning sickness."

"Do you have any other symptoms that I should've noticed?"

"No." Harry moved his head upward, hovering over her face, and Lucy tried not to push him away. The champagne on his breath made her feel queasy. "My period was late. That was how I noticed."

"Your period?"

"Blood that comes out of my body every month. That thing."

"I know what it is, Luce, thank you. But you don't have anymore symptoms?"

"Do you want me vomiting everywhere?"

"No."

"Do you want me cranky?"

"No."

Lucy pushed him away. "Then let me go to bed." Rolling onto her side, Lucy pulled the blankets around her, feeling cold. Harry waited beside her. "Please go to sleep."

"Sorry." Harry tried to lay down and relax. Yet, it didn't work. He stared at the ceiling.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

Reaching around her body, she grabbed a hold of him. He pulled the covers up and over them both. She pulled him closer to her, until her back touched his front. And then in a final effort for him to calm down, to leave the excitement for the next day, she put his hand on her belly. There wasn't a bump that wasn't there before; Lucy have never been petite. His hand brushed over her stomach. Harry settled in there. And then they fell asleep.