La Chenille (Prince Harry)

Chapter Ten

Evee looked around, noticing all of the caterers calmly working around the kitchen tops. She wasn't sure why they looked so peaceful and briefly wondered if they were used to all of this. Probably, these were chefs that had cooked for Harry's family so many times before... Or maybe they could just hide their anxiousness really well.

They had arrived back from Belgium last night and things were kind of hectic (Evee was starting to wonder when things actually weren't hectic). Harry's family knew they were expected at Nottingham Cottage for dinner around seven. Harry had made sure his wife didn't have to do anything, which annoyed Evee immensely. She was bored.

Her loose fitted dress hung over her curves gracefully, not revealing one inch of her ever growing stomach. She leaned over the kitchen counter, watched intensely how the chefs did their work. She wondered if she was annoying them by staring. Probably, if they were irritated, they didn't show it.

The Duchess of Clarence and Avondale popped another M&M in her mouth, chewing on it eagerly. Since yesterday she had a huge craving for chocolate (more than she usually had). It didn't help that she bought almost four pounds of Belgian chocolate at the airport the day before. Her eyes followed the chefs' hands, she could tell that he was now cutting into the duck breast. "What are you doing?" She heard a voice speak.

"Eating." The blonde mumbled, popping another blue M&M in her mouth.

"I can see that." Harry's eyes turned towards the neatly coordinated M&Ms lying on the kitchen counter, she had organized them by colour. "What's wrong with the red ones?"

"They taste weird." He didn't dare to respond to that, instead he picked a red one, popping in into his mouth. "What are you doing?"

He could tell by her squinting gaze that she did not like him eating her M&Ms, "I am... Helping you out by eating the ones you don't like?"

"You have to eat in an hour." She mumbled, popping another blue one in her mouth. Her eyes travelled along the many appetizers and pastries lying on the table, there were bottles of red and white wine standing neatly coordinated next to them. Oh, how she craved for just one glass of white wine. Or a beer, just one delicious beer. She would do anything.

"You do too." He tried not to laugh when she turned her gaze upon him non impressively. "But you're a grown woman, you can do whatever you want, you know." Harry quickly mumbled the last part.

Evee nodded her head, "You look nice."

"Thank you." He answered with precision, "You do too."

"I have an idea to tell your father, I thought it would be funny." The blonde mumbled, eyeing the bread on top of the table. She pointed at the bread, "Bun in the oven."

"... You want to put a bun in the oven?" Harry raised his eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

"Yes, then you can ask if he can put something in the oven and then he'll be, oh but there's already a bun in the oven." Evee spoke, mocking Prince Charles his deep voice.

"That would actually be... Really funny, knowing my father." Harry grinned, throwing his arm around her neck and placing a sweet kiss upon her temple. "Let's get you seated and let these people do their jobs without you drooling all over the food."

"I wasn't drooling!" Evee argued, being hosted away by her husband out of the kitchen. "Wait!"

"What?" Harry looked at her confused when she abruptly stopped.

"My M&Ms." She eagerly spoke, pushing his arm from her neck.

"Don't forget the red ones!" He teasingly spoke, carefully looking around if no one saw his wife throwing him the middle finger from behind her back. Thankfully, they didn't.