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

2:35 p.m., Friday, December 18

2:35 p.m., Friday, December 18

Royal Bedroom

Palais de Genovia

Principalité de Genovia

Michael thinks it's perfect that I'm writing again. Like he put it so nicely: "you're an amazing writer. You live writing. That's why you rock at it. Because you don't have to make a living out of it, but it's simply emptying your mind."

He's the cutest, isn't he?

But still, I haven't even started. As I was writing the title of the story, Michael came in with a delicious-looking sandwich (which tasted delicious, too, by the way). And with this hottie in the room, who can even think about anything but him? Because, honestly, I can't.

He laid next to me in bed and hugged me from the back. Suddenly, I felt how he was sniffling my neck. I was so surprised by this that I let out a laugh.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. It's just... You always smell my neck, and you seem to like it, so I thought I should try it, too."

"And?" I couldn't believe him.

"It's quite nice. You smell really good. I mean, I never doubted it. But still, it gives me some comfort. And I definitely need some after the past weeks' events."

"You know why we enjoy it so much?"

"No, I don't. Do you know it?" He gave me a surprised look.

"Yes, I do." There was a question in his eyes, just like the day on the carriage. "I found out during my Psychology final, back when you came back and I found out I had never fallen out of love with you. It's called MHC, Major Histocompatibility Complex." Although he had this look in his eyes, like he'd heard about it before, I kept on explaining. "So, it's related to our immune system. And the more dissimilar those molecules are between a couple, the stronger the offspring's immune system will be. And, to make sure someone picks his or her MHC-match, or dis-match, the smell of him or her will be more enjoyable. That's when I knew you were the guy for me and not J.P."

"That's interesting. I guess that's why I knew from the moment I met you that you were the love of my life. My body's always known." I laughed, a bit embarrassed. "That's why we've always found our way to the other one in spite of the obstacles we find in our ways."

"I guess so." I kissed him, I needed to.

"You remember that girl in Paris three years ago?"

"Why do you bring that up?" I tried to sound offended, but inside I laughed.

"Just to recall how we'd never be able to live without each other."

"I love you."

He started to kiss my neck. He left little kisses all over my collarbone. We started making out, passionately, just like that day in the horse-and-buggy around Central Park. And just like the day we first used the jet to go to London on a weekend city trip.

We share so many memories that we wouldn't be able to live apart. I can't believe how lucky I am.

Now, Michael's sleeping a siesta (learned that from our many trips to Spain, although it has a lot to do with how lazy we both are when we're relaxed). He's exhausted.

I think I'm going to join him and try to sleep a little, too.