Pink and Blue

Your Royal Highness, Baby Daddy

//10//

“Hello, Emily?” A deep, British voice answered.

“Uh, yeah. Me.” I stuttered, completely in shock. “Who is this?”

“Erm, my name is Julian. Julian... Humphrey. You might know the name...” He stated.

Oh my gosh... Julian Humphrey. I am having a conversation with Julian Humphrey! And mom had said... Baby Daddy. Crap. I am having six children with Julian Humphrey? Where has time gone?

Although I live in America, I am well aware of the royal family in England. There’s Queen Alice, King Donavan, and their five children. I know, it’s unusual for the royal family to have more than one or two children, but this family is different. They had a daughter, first. Athena, if I can recall. Then came quadruplets! Somewhere along Alice’s genes was a history of high multiples. The quads were three girls and a boy. The princesses were names Tatiana, Liesel, and Camilla. Then there one and only son... Julian.

So pretty much, to sum that up, my Baby Daddy is none other than the royal prince of England!

“Yup, Julian Humphrey. Prince of England...” I mumbled.

“I... I think I’ve met you before. A few months back. It was at that party, and then I woke up the next morning to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I panicked and left... I saw her last week in the newspaper. Well, she’s pregnant. With sextuplets...” He started. I was absolutely speechless. Me? “And I think she’s you.”

•••

“Emily Taelor.” He breathed. I nervously looked up to meet his stare.

It was the first time I’d seen the prince in a long time, seeing as he belonged to a different country and didn’t visit much. He had flown down to America prior to calling me up, and I had been privately escorted by limo – was that really necessary? – to his, again, private hotel. The security guard had assured me that everything that happened now was completely confidential.

I looked up to meet his clear blue eyes. Julian had shaggy blonde hair that covered part of his forehead. Everything about him screamed royal.

“I’m sorry, that was rude. You’d better sit down.” I mentally thanked him for that one. The babies were getting heavier everyday now and my feet were killing me!

“Okay, so where do we start? I’m Julian Humphrey, prince of England. You’re Emily Taelor, pregnant with my sextuplets.” I laughed at how casually he said this.

“Yup, that’s right. You’re not freaked out?” I asked, waiting for an honest answer.

“Oh, trust me, I’m freaking out. There’s a herd of pterodactyls brutally gnawing at my insides.” He grinned childishly. I laughed at his humor, wondering how he wasn’t the least bit scared for his life right now!

“Well, just say something if you need a break. I’m going to tell you about them.” I smiled, satisfied.

“Wait – like our babies?” He stammered, obviously uncomfortable.

“Yea, I guess. But we won’t be positive they’re ours until we get a paternity test, which could take place any day now.” I reminded him.

“Right. And anyways, shouldn’t you formally introduce yourself before the babies?”

“That would make sense. Alright, my name is Emily Isabella Taelor. I’m seventeen years old, born on the tenth of February. I’ve grown up in southern New York with my mom and older twin siblings, Trojan and Gretchen. My best friend is Jace. I have a pet fish named-“ Julian cut me off.

“Okay, that’s enough from you. My turn!” He squealed like a five year old kid. “My name is Julian Louis Humphrey. I’m nineteen years old, born on the thirty-third of August. I was born in London, England. I’m a quadruplet and have four siblings, all sisters. There’s Athena-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, everyone knows that. Athena, Tatiana, Liesel and Camilla. You’re parents are Alice and Donovan.”

“What – how did you know all that?!” Julian shrieked, staring at me wide eyed.

“You are just a bit famous.” I stated.

“Oh...” He acted as if he’d never known. I laughed.

“Now for the babies! There are six of them. Baby A is a boy, as well as Baby B, Baby C, and Baby F. Baby D and Baby E are girls. Four boys and two girls. I’m twenty-three weeks pregnant, barely mobile at the moment. In ten days I’m being moved to a hospital where I’ll stay until the babies come.

“Wow. Gosh. That’s... um... well then. So are you ready?” He asked, in shock.

“Physically, yeah. We’re using the two spare rooms as nurseries, one for boys and one for girls. They’re fairly big and will work until I move out in a few years. They are fully furnished with clothes, furniture and toys. However, I am not mentally prepared at all!”

“Don’t worry, Em. I’ll... I’ll be there for you.”

“Really? You will?” I asked, honestly touched.

“Well yeah, as long as they’re mine. But if I’m not the father, I’d still like to stay in touch!”

I was about to make a thankful remark when a terrible pain in my abdomen caused me to scream out in pain. Julian rushed to my side as my vision went blank.