Unexpected turn of events (the script, Glen Power fanfiction)

Chapter 5

"He has a fitting tomorrow morning," she told him as she returned from the kitchen with some chocolate mouse she'd made the day before. Handing Glen a spoon as well, she opened the lid.

"For the wedding?" he asked her as she nodded her head. "The girls have a bit more patience, he and George on the other hand along with the other two page boys. it's being split up more. The girls love being at the centre of attention and such. The boys would love nothing more to go outside and play." she told him with a chuckle and shake of her head as she remembered the first fitting just after New Year. It had just been measuring and such, it had been such a Chaos. She told him the story of them running off with the lint meters and such during the first and only fitting till now and he was laughing.

"How about you come to the studio tomorrow afternoon?" He asked her as she tilted her head to the side. She felt great around him, that had never been a problem. He could make her feel things that no other man had ever come close to. It had always remained with the first date, despite Kate, Pippa and now Meghan's tirelessly attempts to set her up.

Glen had made her feel loved, safe, protected and all of the above. But this was going a little quick. Certainly when she remembered how the last time had ended with them going so quick.

In the end, he ended up giving her the address of the studio and let it up to her. He hoped she'd come by, but didn't want to hope too much either. He wished her goodnight and left the house.

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"Where are we?" Arthur asked her as she opened the door which led them inside of the building. She hadn't slept much last night, Thoughts running through her head of Glen being back in her life. What effect could it possibly have on her life? How her future could be changed by him being back in her life?

She'd talked to Kate and Meghan over the course of the fittings and lunch at Buckingham Palace where the clothes were being made. The Queen had shortly joined them, she always reminded her of her own gran after she got over the shock of being with one of the most inspirational women in her life.

Kate and Pippa had been trying to set her up with various friend's of them and weren't about to stop any time soon. She'd assured her that no matter what, that nothing would ever change between them. After that, she'd advised her to think of her son. What effect it would have for her son to have his father in her life. How could she not think about that when Kate put it like that. Kate and Mia, sometimes Pippa were the only women to speak to her the way they did. She always had a blast with them and Meghan was soon joining the fold. Mia, she didn't see as much as she saw them. Kate, she almost saw daily, along with Will, Harry and Meghan around KP when she visited.

Kate too had heard Arthur ask various times why he didn't have a dad like George did? She wasn't ready to let Arthur know that Flynn was his dad just yet though. But she could let him get more comfortable for the time being and to start with.

Kate was all too happy to babysit if the two of them needed some alone time to talk everything through. The little minx, of course, she did, she got to spoil him rotten and managed to set her up in the meantime. I'm his godmother and the future Queen, I'm allowed spoil him, would be the answer Kate got.

"You remember Glen from yesterday?" she asked him as they climbed the stairs. "Yes, are we going to see him?" Arthur asked her, looking up at his mum with a smile on his face.

"Yes," she told him, running her hand through his hair. "Remember there will be other people there as well so you need to be good, okay?" she reminded him with a warning raised a brow.

"Again?" he asked her and she couldn't help but look into the distance for a moment to stop herself from laughing. "I was just good at BP." he reminded as she rolled her eyes. "And I'm always good," he added as she bent down to kiss his head. "Of course you are sweet boy," she whispered, giving his hand a small squeeze.