Princess Mother (Princess Diaries #12 : A Princess Diaries FanFiction)

11:30 a.m., Friday, December 11

11:30 a.m., Friday, December 11

Royal Genovian Jet

On our way home

This has been the worse night I’ve ever had. I had barely slept two hours when I suddenly woke up with extreme nausea. I went to the bathroom to wet my face a little and try to relax a bit before I went back to sleep when the sickness started all over again. I thought I had finally left it behind, after two calm weeks! It seems I wasn’t right…

Michael didn’t wake up the first minutes, but then he heard me and came to take care of me. You know, holding my hair backwards, caressing my back, saying nice things to me… When I seemed to feel better, he took me in his arms and brought me to our bed, where we stayed sitting and hugging for about a half an hour, until the entire round started all over again. Michael thought we had to call Tina, but I told him not to, because it wasn’t that bad. Actually, I feel sorry now for being so stubborn.

Right now, I feel as miserable as I possibly could. I have the seat next to the bathroom, because I feel so bad I know I can start vomiting again any moment.

Tina says maybe the only thing I need is to be calm and relaxed in the Palace, eat like I always do again and sleeping the amount of hours I’m supposed to. She’s promised me she’ll talk to Grandmère as soon as we get in Genovia. I hope Grandmère listens to her, for a change.

Michael is very concerned. He wishes I give birth as soon as possible, and so do I, actually. This is so hard to live with. He keeps on asking how I feel, and if I still have nausea. And he is asking me to sleep, because we didn’t last night. He looks so exhausted too, but he is too worried about me to sleep, he says. He’s promised me he won’t sleep until he’s sure we (the babies and I) are a hundred percent all right. But I believe he’ll fall asleep any moment. We’ll see…