Abdicatin' Royalty

Chaos Queen

Jumping a few months and heading straight into March, a month and a half to go before Christian Junior is born. Hugo and Renée are ready for a retaliation against Eddy and my mother - frankly so is the entire country! They've implemented a measure that says: all homosexuals, bisexuals and other groups of the LGBTQI+ community have no right to public services.

When that was made official, I damn near sped to the palace to beat the life out of both of them! How unreasonable can one tyrant couple be? None of these people chose to be the way they are, you can't punish them something like that! Because of them, the entire monarchy (Rosenthal's, Fenix's and my associates alike) are being targeted.

They was even a trend on Twitter where people voted for me to abort my baby but I have made it explicitly clear to the public and to Eddy that I side with the minority groups. With Hugo I can understand the secrecy but he has shown some sign of support.

Renee's charity - the Equilibrium Society - has organized a march from Carman Square all the way to the Union Building (equivalent to the White House). I wanted to join them but Marco, per the norm, has banned me from doing anything reckless - given my current situation.

Instead, Christian, Adrian and I are going to Lady Sweet's Eats to help his parents with a large order. It's Friday (the 28th) after school and Adrian didn't have homework and I didn't want to be at home so we came here to help. Well technically, Adrian's helping; I didn't have a choice because Mrs. de Sousa doesn't want me doing any strenuous efforts.

I merely sat chef de Sousa's office with Mrs. de Sousa and we were tackling the numbers. After less than fifteen minutes of helping I caved, I went into the bakery and just started doing the little tasks. Christian and Alejandro both gave me concerned looks but I was adamant about going back to doing nothing.

Adrian and chef de Sousa were dipping apples into toffee so I washed off the apples as Adrian stacked their crates aside before turning to dunk more. Then when Alejandro and big Eduardo were icing biscuits, I pulled the empty trays aside.

Christian clearly still didn't like me being on my feet, not since what he called 'terror day'. I'll admit I got a massive fright too but it turned out to be nothing to worry about. What happened was, I sat down after helping around the bakery and blood just flooded out of my womanhood.

I was rushed to the hospital but it was just bleeding from knocking a vain against the corner of a steel stool. Dr. Titus gave me the okay and everything was fine - no damage or injuries to CJ. The de Sousa's were losing their minds, mostly the women but their panic was comforting.

It meant that they were genuinely worried for both me and the baby.

Christian's worried it'll happen again - with a more unfavorable outcome - but I've repeatedly denied it and told him it was from walking into a chair! Will he listen? No. Why? Because he's clouded by fear (adorable and welcomed) but annoying.

Adrian handled a lot better than anticipated but then again I'm sure he had no cooking clue what the Hell was happening. He merely asked me if I was okay, if the baby was okay and if either of us were sick. I didn't bother explaining it to him, nor did anyone else.

Moving along, the bakery was relatively empty but there was a massive order that we had to fill. Three thousand red velvet cupcakes, eight hundred blueberry biscuits, three wedding cakes and seven baby shower cakes (two boys and the rest girls). Thankfully my donated money helped the bakery expand its kitchen, staff and delivery system. We're more than equipped for all the orders.

The only wrinkle is that nobody wants me to help! I'm not dying, paralyzed, terminally ill or sick so why the holy Hell can I not help my sons' family. The more hands they have, the faster all this would go! Even if they just let me do the dishes, it would make a massive difference on both ends of this argument!

But no, I might hurt the baby. How? How's I going to hurt something inside me from doing dishes? Am I going to drown him? The sinks are too deep for me to accidentally stab myself and most of the knives aren't that sharp. Most of the utensils in the sink (in any case) are just spoons and whisks.

Sighing, I just sat myself in the corner near the bin and watched how my boyfriend was sweating from kneading that much dough in that timeframe. His right arm still drenched with tattoos that hid his lean physique. Can I brag about how sexy he looks in that chef's jacket? I'm going to anyway, regardless of what you think.

His hair was tied back into a ponytail and buried under a black hairnet, save for his ends that stuck out. I hope Christian never cuts his hair, I like him with long hair. He got a buzz cut for Vince and I's wedding but that was the first and hopefully last time I ever saw him with short hair.

Hard to believe we've been dating for only seven and a half months yet it feels like we're a married couple. We argue like we're married, we spoon like we're married, we act like we're married. We'd be the most ridiculous married couple; married and yet neither one of us ever told the other 'I love you'.

I didn't mind, it just showed that he wanted to be absolutely sure when he said it, he meant it. At least that's the reason I haven't said it, but I hope it's his reason too. Either that or he's waiting for me to make the first move. Again, I don't mind.

After closing time, the staff cleaned up and said their goodbyes then it was just Christian, his parents, Adrian, Alejandro, Paula and I that were left. We were wiping off the display glasses when a loud crowd was yelling from down the road.

It didn't take Albert Einstein to know that it was supporters of the LGBTQI+ community. Marco slowly crept closer to me, gently grabbing my wrist to pull me behind him but I side stepped to watch them pass. Many wore multicolored shirts with phrases varying from 'I am human too' to 'support equality'.

One of the marchers looked into the bakery (directly at me) and pulled out something black or maybe dark brown. Frozen stiff, all I could do was gasp when he aimed the gun at me and pulled the trigger. I felt someone pull Adrian away from me while Marco crossed back in front of me.

Everything turned to slow motion as Marco fell to the ground and Christian's arms wrapped around me to protect the baby. Involuntarily, I wet myself as I heard another gunshot but it was the shooter that was shot. I fell to the ground crying and noticed that it was water and not urine I let go of.

Zachary came running in as I stiffly and motionlessly sat watching blood pour out of Marco like a waterfall. Zachary called for backup while somebody (likely to have been Christian or Mrs. de Sousa) lightly shook me to get my attention but I couldn't look away from Marco.

Slowly I leaned over to me and saw his eyes flicker closed. "Marco," I stammered in a whimper.

"Jaime, listen to me! Your water broke you need to..." I screamed from the contractions that kicked in but there was no way I was having this baby until Marco was safe. "Jaime look at me!"

"Mommy," was all Adrian could say. Obviously crying, clearly clogged throat and a heavily blocked nose.

All the voices around me blurred into the silence and all that was left was Marco and I. Him unconsciously lying motionlessly on the ground, losing blood by the second and probably reflecting on his life, repenting his sin to go to heaven,

Me, sitting against a display counter, occasionally screaming from the agony between my legs. Faintly feeling hands pressed to my shoulders trying to talk to me. I felt my legs be pushed up and my tights be cut off of me while Marco was the only waning thought in my mind and in my sight line.

My vision started going hazy before it was completely blurred and eventually everything went black and silent but not before I heard distinctly heard Christian's voice whisper, "I love of you, Jaime!"