He's My Prince Charming

Chapter 31: There is Only One Answer...

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I know;  you are thinking what's up with not getting this chapter up faster...lol  Well, I seemed to get writer's block for a while...I just couldn't get satisfied with what I was writing; however, I think it's better now.  So, hopefully y'all will enjoy this chapter!  Thanks for all your support:) 

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***For those that want to know the translations, I have inserted them shortly after each one.***

                                                                        CHAPTER 31

                                                       THERE IS ONLY ONE ANSWER...

I was dumbfounded, surely he was joking? Yes, that had to be it; for his has been acting quite strange; nevertheless, my breathing picking up a notch, and was becoming rather rapid.  An unknown spark appears in his eyes; this only causes my breathing to increase; causing a dizziness to consume me.

"Bloody hell, are you hyperventilating on me, Kylie?"

I was struggling to comprehend what he had just said, besides the dizziness, it seemed blackness, and jumping stars were taking over.  Emmet's frustration was imperious, even though it was spoken in Gaelic, before I could conclude why he had such irritation in his voice; a paper bag was shoved into my face. The blackness, and jumping stars disappeared shortly after breathing heavily into the bag covering my nose and mouth. I immediately almost wished, my vision was still incapacitated once my eyes locked with Emmet's. He was beyond irate with me, without a doubt.

I did not have long to wait before it became clear to me, why Emmet was so unhappy with me.

"Mac soith! Tell me why the bloody hell, my mention of marriage causes you to anchúinse amach, and hyperventilate?

***translation***

"Son of a bitch! Tell me why the bloody hell, my mention of marriage causes you to freak out, and hyperventilate?"

Even though my knowledge of Gaelic was minimal, I had, little doubt; they were curse words of some kind that he spat out with his English. Even so, I felt I was treading on a very thin ice with him; therefore, I kept my own temper at bay. I feared taking too long to answer his question; yet, scrambled to come up with something worthy of calming him, instead of furthering my already deep hole.

"Err... I was unprepared to hear the most important day of my life was today."

Great Kylie, what a wonderful excuse; I wanted to hit myself.  It was obvious; he expected me to explain in more detail.   It was pathetic; he deserved so much better. Crap-a-olla, how can I stay out of trouble with this one?  Suddenly, a thought came to me. People have paperwork to sign before a person can marry, right? Relief washed over me; it's not like I didn't want to marry Emmet; it's just...well; he's a Prince for christs sake!

I contemplated over my next sentence; it was vital I not let him see my fear of marriage.  My best move... totally confuse him.

"I seriously cannot believe you would take away my chance of planning my own wedding, Emmet! How could you?"

 He looked utterly distraught; it was priceless; I held back a giggle.  I thanked the good Lord for his almighty help, and rushed on; before Emmet recovered.

"Seriously, you planned everything without me?  Christ, did you even pick out my own wedding gown?"

"Bloody hell, please stop getting so upset, Ky!  It breaks my heart, when I see you distraught. You will have every opportunity to arrange our wedding."