Reluctantly Royal
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“I think that, one day, it would be nice to have another baby.” She smiled shyly.
Leaning down, I kissed her softly. “Me too.”
Life had changed. My plans for the future had shifted.
I was marrying a woman who had been contacted by several theater companies to perform for them. I was going to be the father to a six-year-old boy I loved more than drawing, painting, or breathing. I was helping run a duchy. Me, the royal who hated everything about being a royal. I still had my art. That would always be with me. And I’d keep making and creating things because I couldn’t stop. It was part of who I am. But so were Meredith and Marty.
I wasn’t where I thought I would be and I was incredibly grateful for that. I wouldn’t trade my life for anything.
Leaning down, I kissed her softly. “Me too.”
Life had changed. My plans for the future had shifted.
I was marrying a woman who had been contacted by several theater companies to perform for them. I was going to be the father to a six-year-old boy I loved more than drawing, painting, or breathing. I was helping run a duchy. Me, the royal who hated everything about being a royal. I still had my art. That would always be with me. And I’d keep making and creating things because I couldn’t stop. It was part of who I am. But so were Meredith and Marty.
I wasn’t where I thought I would be and I was incredibly grateful for that. I wouldn’t trade my life for anything.
