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

5:00 p.m., Friday, December 11

5:00 p.m., Friday, December 11

Royal Bedroom

Palais de Genovia

Principalité de Genovia

I feel awful. I couldn’t even have lunch. The only thing I feel like doing is lying in bed and watching Star Wars. I’m so weak I can’t get up from bed, though I have nausea all the time. I don’t understand why this is happening to me again. I mean, why can’t I have just morning sickness during the first trimester, like any other pregnant women? I really want to give birth. If this doesn’t get better, I’m going to ask Dr. Blanc for a C-section. I’m determined.

Michael is so cute and understanding. He helps me to get up when I feel I have to vomit, he helps me washing my face, brings me back to bed and he hugs me as I start to cry because I feel so bad. And he hasn’t complained once! If he acts like this with me, I’m sure he’ll be the greatest and coolest Dad to our children.

Well, though I have felt like this since last night, and it didn’t get better by arriving home, Grandmère gave me the sweetest welcome (ok, no, she didn’t). The first thing she said was: “Amelia, we have to talk. After having lunch with Prime Minister Dupris, see me at your office. At four you have a meeting with Dupris and at six Sebastiano will come to give you your dress, because Michael and you have an interview at the national TV. Am I clear?”

Before I could even answer, Michael took my hand and answered firmly. “No, Clarisse. Mia has been feeling awful since last night, she hasn’t slept much because of the nausea, and she’s so weak. So, no is the answer. I will take Mia to our bedroom, I’ll take some food with us, we’ll have lunch there and then Mia will nap the rest of the afternoon.”

His grip became stronger and he did what he had said. We entered the Palace and went straight to the bedroom. Once here, he laid me on the bed and went downstairs to take some fruit, bread and cheese. Too bad I wasn’t really hungry, but Michael made me eat one slice of bread with cheese. After the second bite, I felt nauseous again and I had to run to the bathroom. So, I didn’t eat anything. Actually, I’m starving. But if I think of food or I smell or see it, the nausea is back there. It’s horrible.

It’s surprising that Grandmère hasn’t come in to tell Michael how rude he is yet. And to tell me that my first thought should be Genovia and not my health. Come on! I’m hypochondriac! Everyone knows that. And, besides, I’m pregnant, so I’m not supposed to work much these last weeks. I mean, why do I have to solve every tiny little thing in the country? We have a Parliament and a Prime Minister who are perfectly capable of doing that job. But Grandmère wants the Princess (aka me) to be very present in the political life of Genovia. Of course, I can’t be like the Kings and Queens of almost all the other European monarchies! I have to be in meetings with Madame Dupris the whole time, I have to meet the Ministers once a week, and they ask me what to do in Environmental and Immigration issues… Why can’t they do what they’re supposed to!?

Ugh… I start to feel bad again… I should stop writing. I’m so sorry I can’t update my diary more frequently and that I can’t write any more novels. But whatever, I already have a job. One I can’t quit.