Mondo Profondo | girlxgirl | Completed

Chapter I ♙Mistakes

To those who just came from Mondo Pastello: thank you so much for sticking with the story! Mondo Profondo will not be as long as Mondo Pastello, and instead, you could almost call it a short-story or an extended epilogue. We shall see where the road takes us.

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It was a well-known fact that the United Kingdom had a bit of a problem when it came to bearing successors. After all, the two ruling monarchs were both women and, many controverted the reality of the situation, but one of them once bore the label of peasant. She wasn't even a pureblood, her biology of a Halfling. This all made it quite easy for other countries to plant seeds to sprout political instability.

Whilst implanting new changes within the kingdom, it was undeniable that it was fragile. Although trying to mask it, the kingdom was crumbling from within.

That is, until, a halt came to these effects as the kingdom received its first successor. However, throwing gasoline onto fire, other countries earned more bargaining chips in their struggle against the kingdom. The child, the one who would one day wear the crown, was adopted.

Oh, this sparked many changes.

For everyone.

No one had known what suddenly empowered the Queen to want to have a child, but it was unexpected when she announced that they adopted a child. It was mere months after the marriage of Queen Melanie and Princess Sarina, including the Princess's coronation, and thus the public figured it should've been expected.

But, taking into account that the two had lived together in the palace for three years before the proposal, why suddenly rush into parenthood when they have been taking their sweet time with everything else?

Then again, the circumstances surrounding the adoption of the child was something to be questioned.

Where did the child come from?

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My royal backside was seated rather comfortably in my private jet, the gentle ride taking me from America back to my kingdom. I sighed deeply, clawing my fingers into my violet bob. I cut my hair in order to deal with the hot weather of Miami, but now I disliked the shortness. When it grew out, I knew I would have to dye it again for the best tint. After so many years, I was used to the procedure and now, with Sarina sticking with permanent black, I had someone to go through the process with.

My mind was stuck on my hair, but I knew why. I was avoiding so many other thoughts, things I knew she had to deal with but just didn't want to.

Why did I have to cause so many problems?

"Your Majesty?" I looked up to see the stewardess, peering at her cautiously. "The Princess is on the phone," she bit her lip nervously, peering down at my lap rather awkwardly. I blinked in surprise and looked down, seeing my phone buzzing. I hadn't even noticed. I nodded towards the stewardess and she quickly left, leaving me to take the call.

I took a deep breath, swiped my thumb to the left, and answered the call.

"Sarina?" even I knew my voice sounded different, like there was a crackle to it. Unfortunately, my wife could tell that instantly and hesitated momentarily.

"... oh no. What happened?" I ran my palm over my forehead, swiping away the beads of sweat that formed out of nervousness. All the while, my eyes were trained on the deformity that struck out against the plane seat to my right. I took a deep breath and decided to confront the issue.

"Uhm... there's something... yeah. Something important," I couldn't talk I was so nervous. My eyes were trained to my right; I couldn't even blink. It was a split second decision and in that moment, it was a good idea. Now? I wasn't too sure. I should've consulted her; I knew I should've.

Shit.

"I... I have a baby," I admitted, expecting some sort of rage to be unleashed on me in that second. Nothing happened. For a long while I sat there in silence, waiting for her to say something. Eventually, she did.

"Huh?" she finally released. "You were in America for three months. Are you pregnant? Is that what this is?" I could hear the accusation seeping into her voice.

"No! No, of course not. Heavens no. I'm not a Caleb, Sarina, you know this," I felt hurt, almost betrayed that she would even suspect something like this.

"Then what is it, Melanie? Huh? What's going on?" I sighed deeply for the umpteenth time, placing my head on the seat in front of me.

"I... I was with the counsellor and he got some bug or something and I had to take him to the hospital. When I was there, I overheard this terrible conversation between two nurses. Apparently some woman came into the ER, bleeding all over. Turns out, she was pregnant and they had to deliver the baby in order to save her life. She fell into a coma and they had no idea who this woman was. When she finally woke up, she disappeared. They don't know her name, or anything about who she is. She left without seeing the baby even once and... I couldn't... I'm so sorry, Sarina. It was a stupid, split second decision and I should've called you," my mind was racing, my hands clammy. I couldn't think; couldn't feel, couldn't breathe.

Once again, there was a long silence as Sarina processed this.

"... I'm sorry for doubting you. And your right, you should've called me but... it's not the worst split second decision you could have made. I mean... you didn't cheat on me, right?" I was relieved and both concerned at her words at the same time.

"You think I cheated on you? Why would you ever think that?" there was a hesitation in her answer that I didn't like.

"It doesn't matter," it didn't ease me at all, but I had to trust her. "So you adopted the baby?" I nodded, but realized that she couldn't see me. My mind was all over.

"Yeah. There were some legal issues taking him from the country, but I figured it out. Believe me, Sarina, he's the sweetest thing you'll ever find. You'll like him," no you won't. Even though Sarina said she wanted a child, but I knew she would be apprehensive towards him. She wanted to go through the adoption process, and now I was bringing an unfamiliar baby into her life whom we knew nothing about. Not the parents, not his genetics. Nothing.

"Melanie?" I gulped at the serious tone she was using.

"Yeah?"

"We're going to have a huge talk about this," I sighed.

"Yeah. I know," I hung up the call and tossed my phone lazily into my lap. I threw my head back against the seat, my crown almost slipping. I chocked, feeling myself threatening to cry. I turned my head to look at the stroller seat. Insider the seat, being the gentlest I have ever seen him, laid our new son. His blonde curls framed him, making him seem like an angel. After having him for two weeks, I am now assured that he was nothing like that.

I haven't slept in two weeks.

I wasn't sure if I was regretting my decision or if this was just the period of time where I had to adjust, but the way I felt made me aware that somewhere along the line, I made a mistake.

It might just not be about the adoption.