When Mila finds out she's pregnant from a one-night stand with a reluctant prince, she is thrust into a fake romance with him; are her feelings that grow for him genuine or for his way of life that ensures her baby stability?|| Down-on-her-luck Mila...
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Two Months Later
One Month till the Wedding
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Growing up, trains excited me for some weird reason. I think it's because they get you across the country and when I was younger, they seemed magical. Then when I grew up and used them a lot to get from one side of the city to the other – it was cheaper than the bus, and quicker some days – they became mundane.
But being on The Royal Train is like stepping into that childhood magical feeling again. This train is massive and like a Tardis. On the outside, it's black and red with curtains across every window. On the inside, it's extravagant and so, well, regal. There's a bedroom for each royal member, a kitchen, multiple bathrooms with showers, an office, and a lounge. I'm sitting beside Annie and opposite Charlotte in the lounge as we ride from Windsor down to Southampton. We're on the way to an engagement, just Charlotte and I, but we invited Annie up last night for dinner and to ride back with us on the Royal Train.
Being seven months pregnant has made the emotional side of me come out, and I've been desperate for my mum, and well, Annie has been that figure since I was fifteen, so she's been up and around a lot more. Dad has been baking for his side business and also practising for the wedding cake he's making. Patrick's hard at work on his last placement and working on his application for the Foundation programme, and Kai is busy doing some sort of paperwork or something.
"So, tell me about this charity again, sweetheart," Annie asks as she sips her tea.
"A few months ago, at a reception for the NHS, a professor told me how he was starting a charity to give parents who lose through miscarriage or stillbirth more support. He's been developing it for a while, and wanted my support when I marry into the royal family," I explain. "Queen Charlotte—"
"You can call me Charlotte when we're not in public, Mila," Charlotte says.
I smile. "Charlotte has approved my work can start now with it so he can start the charity up. He's called it the Butterfly Lullaby Charity. He works in Southampton now, and today he's opening a new wing on the labour ward. It's got a separate entrance from the labour ward, they can't hear the actual birthing ward, and it's for women and their partners who are losing their pregnancies – miscarriage, stillborn or termination for medical reasons – so they can have their own private rooms to deal with their loss. They'll get the cots so they can spend more time with their babies and still keep them cool. They want to fund clothes as well, and it'll simulate a home experience to give them a calmer experience during the worst times. There are ten rooms right now. He wants me to open it with him."
Charlotte smiles. "I think it's a wonderful endeavour."
