Prince

Chapter 10

I will make every second count,
When I'm with you.
I will kiss you.
I will love you.
Because we have only one life.
And I have this one with you.
Because Princess.
You are worth the lifetime.
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I wake up with Scarlett cuddling up to me, I felt that her hands were as cold as isicles. I moved the blancket up more so she could get warmed up. I kissed her head. God I love her. I smoothed her crazy bed head.

I pulled her closer to me so she could get warmed up more. I set my head on hers and played with her soft yet tangly hair. I gentally pulled apart the tangled hairs. I hear her take a harsh breathe in and the snaps of her un-moved bones. Her eyes flutter open. She throws me a sleepily smile. I laugh, "Good morining sleeping beauty, I didn't even have to kiss you awake? Am I your Prince Charming?"

She laughs she hold her arms down to hold her up but not compleatly off the bed, "Of course you are" she kisses me on the lips.

Than she let's go, "aww, that's all you got?"

She laughs, "yup. For now," she smirks. She sits up and pulls down her top that was riding up, I could see her small stomache and little bellybutton.

She throws one of her legs over the bed, I put my hand on her small arm, she looks at me. "yes?"

"Not going to stay for a while?"

She sighs, "I want a shower..."

"You a clean freak?"

"I like showers ok? But I am a freak" she smiles.

I laugh, "no your not."

"Yes I am."

"No your not."

"Yes I am" we playfully fight for a couple mintutes, than she kisses me on the lips.

"You win" I smile.

She gets off the bed and heads into the bathroom. I get up out of the bed fix my hair than walk out of the room closing the door behind me.

Maid Grace was running tworads me.

Out of breathe she says, "Prince Victor! Finally I found you! Your mother is terribly sick! You must hurry, she wants to talk to you!"

I run down the hall and open the doors to moms room. Panic filling me.

There laying on the bed was mom. Pail and sick.

She cough's, "Baby, come here" she pats the bed beside her.

Baby?

She never calls me baby?

Dad sat in the chair in the dark corner. His head down. I step forward to her and sit down beside her.

"I'm terribly sick, I think my time is coming soon.."

"Mom, don't say that" I touch her cheek...

"Baby, I want you to know. Even though I have been a completly bad mother to you, I'm so sorry. But Victor, I love you. And I support you marrying Scarlett, I'm so sorry. I couldn't see past our differences and I guess I didn't see the good parts of her... I'm so sorry, babe I want you to marry her before I go."

Tear were rolling down my cheeks.

She was only 65, this is to young for a healthy women to die.

"Mom, you don't even know how happy I am to hear that, but don't. Your not dieing yet, your to young..."

Scarlett runs in lookimg like a slob, I know just what a girl would want to hear.

She was wearing her shirt backwards and had pajama pants on, her hair wasn't even brushed.

"Whats going on?" she asks out of breath, she stands beside me. Her hand on my shoulder.

"Scarlett, you are so beautiful, even when I was everything but nice to you, you still try and get on my good side. Scarlett, I give you my blessing to marry my son. You will be a great mother, I'm sure."

Tears were filling her eyes.

"Thank you Que-"

"Call me mom or Charlie" mom smiles.

"Thank you Charlie" a tear rolls down Scarletts cheek.

"Scarlett, I want you and Victor to get married before I pass..."

"Two days from now?" I ask.

"Sooner, because I don't think I will be here that long... Baby, make it tommorrow."

"Yes mom" dad was silently mouring at the thought of his wife dieing.

Scarlett and I walk out and notify the maids that the wedding is tommorrow and we need to get prepaired.

Which saddly means we both have to get fitted, tell the people, get the news people notified...

Annnnd decorations.

Scarlett and I walk up to her room, a maid following us to get her fitted in her wedding dress.

She stood on a small circular stage, "What would you like for a dress Princess?" the maid asks.

No we don't have special people come in and hand make our stuff, our maids can easily do that.

Scarlett looks at me.

I look at the maid and speak up, "she would like to have a princess dress, not to puffy, it would have sparkles covering the lace on the top layer of the dress, it is to hit the floor, but be lifted up, a little bit high than the back. And her veil it to match the height of her dress, no longer, no shorter."

Scarlett laughs, "you've given this thought, haven't you?"

I laugh than sigh, "yeah sadly."

She laughs harder.

My maid finally comes to get me to get fitted, I walk to my room and stand on the circular stage.
*****

AWWW THE MOMS DIEING AND IS FINALLY BEING NICE!!!!

:((((((

Are you happy the mom's dieing?

Or are you crying?

Kind of like meh.

-NC