The Ultimate Rami Malek X-Reader book

✨ With You, Seneschal VI ✨

I really love this chapter! It's my favorite, so far! It's super long therefore comprised of practically two chapters.

"No, that goes over there!" Your mother yells. You smile and close your door, effectively blocking out her demands from downstairs. Today is your baby shower. The big day before the big day. It wouldn't have been as big but your mother did say "Nothing is too big for my baby's baby shower!". She's flown in roses and decor from all over the world and had you a gown made of the finest fabrics. Custom fitted to contain your grown baby bump of-course. She insists wearing a white gown and a crown of white roses makes you look like a goddess, you insist it's dramatic. Either way you don't care you're just happy to have help in planning the affair.

You put on your crown and adjust your curls in the mirror. Jumping at a sudden knock on the door. "Come on Y/N, You'll be in labor before you even arrive to the baby shower." Your mother jokes. She comes in and gasps, "Oh my god. Look at my little princess..." She says starting to cry. "Mother..." You say hugging her. "You've gotten so big." She says. "I am pregnant." You remind. "I meant maturity wise. You've planned everything so beautifully. Baby Krenshaw's room alone is practically a Shang Gril La. Ofcourse your buying and decorating skills came from me." She praises, both you and herself. "Thank you, mother." You say. By now you're used to her calling the baby Krenshaw. It has been 5 months. "Come now, the food is prepared and the guests have arrived." She says. You agree and follow her to the party. She enters first and leaves a space for you to come after for the big reveal. Most of the attendees haven't seen you since before the announcement. Upon the reveal everyone claps and surrounds you offering well wishes. Many just feeling your stomach. "I'm dying to know, is it a girl or boy?" Cecelia asks. "That'll be revealed later. It could be either." You answer suspensefully. "Oh my---I absolutely adored having girls. Just shopping for them alone was a joy." She says. "Have you come up with a name for it yet? Of course you don't have to tell what." Your aunt Margaret asks. "That's also to be revealed." You answer rubbing the spot where the baby kicked.
From across the room Seneschal watches. He wasn't ordered to work the party as your mother hired professional decorators and servers. You couldn't protest, though you can see in his eyes he doesn't like being left out. You and him barely talk these days, and it's only made you want him more. Of course the heart loves to fond over memories as much as it loves to yearn.
Eventually you manage to ease away from Cecelia and Margaret and go to him. "Are you enjoying the party?" You ask. He smiles, "It's quite beautiful. How could I not?" He asks. "Well I know you'd more than likely love to be involved. I'm sorry for having you left out but I couldn't bare to make you work your own baby shower." You apologize. "Your own." He corrects. "It's not mine." He says. "Y/N, it's time for the name and gender reveal." Your mother says. "Okay." You reply. "Are you coming to watch?" You ask Senschal. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." He replies. You go outside to the lawn and the crowd surrounds your little set up. Your mother hands you a large black balloon and a pin. "The baby's gender will be revealed with this balloon. If it's a girl the glitter will be pink, if it's a boy the glitter will be blue. Afterwards we'll cut the cake then play this game." You say motioning to an elaborate game set up. "You all will play what I call Wheel Of Baby. It's like Wheel Of Fortune but the answer will be the baby's name." You explain. "Now, are you ready?" You ask. The group chants yes. You pop the balloon and the pink glitter is revealed. Everyone cheers and celebrates. Seneschal smiles, guiltily blushing. You cut the shower cake as promised, and as it's customary that the parents get the first slices you get a slice and take one to Seneschal.
The crowd pays little mind.
With that completed you initiate the start of the game. Eventually, after what felt like forever, your mother guesses the final letters. "Seleste Chalissa." She says. The crowd claps and you blush. "There you have it! Seleste Chalissa." You announce. You turn to a smiling Seneschal, who offers a thumbs up in approval.

The day goes on as planned and you eventually retreat to your room to prep for bed, and snack on the leftovers.

You put on your night gown and go to open your balcony window when you spy Seneschal cleaning the pool. As much as you want to just leave him be and go to bed you can't help but watch. After building yourself up into a tizzy you put on your maternity bathing suit and a beach robe, before immediately rushing downstairs hoping to strike up conversation. "Good evening." You greet. "Good evening m'lady. If you called I'm sorry I couldn't hear." He apologizes. "I didn't." You assure. He nods and continues in silence as you watch from the edge of the pool. The ocean's wave in the distance shining onto the darkned scene from the full moon hovering above. "Do you remember when we'd meet by the pool every night? When we'd know my parents were asleep and the moon wasn't full?" You ask. "So it would be darkest, because you loved the thrill of it all. I'd come first hoping you'd show up, some nights I'd hear your soft footsteps on the pathway stones and burst with joy at the sight of you appearing from the patio. Some nights I'd end up leaving to my room. Every time I'd fall asleep worrying you came and I missed you." He answers. "How could I forget the greatest moments of my life. That is how we ended up with Seleste....." He replies with a laugh. You sit down by the pool with your feet in the water, and it practically scares him to death. "Y/N...." He says urgently. "What? I just sat down." You reply. "If you fall in there's no way you could swim." He warns coming over to you. "Says who, pregnant women can swim." You reply. "I wade around sometimes and it helps the aches and pains." You explain. "I'd always heard it's a hinderance." He says holding you in his strong, secure arms. "Just like you believing me craving chocolate cake meant I was having a boy." You reply. "Where do you get these things?" You ask. "They're common back home." He answers. "I assume I'm a bit old fashioned." He admits. You find his fingers wondering your stomach almost in amazement at how much it's grown since he's last touched it. Your two-piece suit does little to deter him. "If they see you touching my stomach they'll get suspicious. I don't know if they're entirely sold on me not knowing the father." You warn. "I understand." He says. He turns away disheartened and you stop him. "Seneschal, come back." You say. He hesitatantly does. "This is where she kicks the most." You say putting his hand on the spot. He smiles, having felt a perfectly timed kick. "And if you look here, you can see her foot." You say showing him a little protruding spot. "Is that her actual foot?" He asks in amazement. "It moves and everything. Scared me to death it did, but the doctors say it's perfectly normal." You explain. "This is amazing. You're amazing." He says. "That's kind of what my body is meant to do. That and have swollen feet and boobs, and an achy back, and nausea." You list. "I'm constantly inflicted with something, but I'm the happiest I've ever been." You say. "I can tell, you're glowing." He says. "Though you've always been unfathomably beautiful." He compliments. "I may be, but I haven't been to you." You admit. "I'm sorry I've pushed you away my love. I've just been so worried my parents would send you away if they found out." You say. "You don't have to apologize to me. I knew the consequences when I fell in love with you. Granted I couldn't help it. You were always so lovable." He says. You smile. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to ask you." He says. He holds your hands,

"Will you make me the happiest man in the world and become Mrs Higginbottom, by marrying me?" He asks.