La Chenille (Prince Harry)

Chapter Twelve

       

"Are you excited to find out the gender tonight?" Chloe grinned, stepping into the kitchen of Nottingham Cottage. "God, I can't even believe you're having a baby. You got married before me AND you're having a baby before me."

"In all honesty, if you told me this would all be happening five years ago I would have laughed." Evee grinned, walking towards the fridge and opening it. "What do you want to drink?"

"I'd like some wine if you have some." Chloe replied. Evee threw her head over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows at the brunette sitting at her kitchen table.

"You're joking." She stated, looking at the godmother of her baby.

"Why would I be joking?" Chloe answered, looking confused.

"You know I can't drink." The blonde mumbled, turning her eyes towards the fridge once again and sighing. Her hands wrapped themselves around the magic bottle of Pinot Gris in annoyance.

"I know that and it's amazing. All for my wonderful godchild. Anyways, genders." Chloe snapped her fingers in front of the Duchess her face, ignoring the annoyance on Evee's face as she poured some wine into a glass and shifted it towards her old colleague.

"Harry thinks girl, I think boy." Evee shrugged, sipping from a bottle of water. "Can I sniff it?"

"Sniff what?" The brunette spoke confused.

"The pinot." Evee pointed at Chloe's glass.

"No you cannot sniff my glass of wine, you idiot." Chloe tried not to laugh but failed. "I personally think it will be a girl. I would love for it to be a girl."

"You just called a pregnant woman an idiot."

"Well you are, you can't drink nor sniff anything alcoholic in the upcoming 5 and a half months. If it's a girl Harry will lose his cool, it would be funny and you never were a girly girl so you would struggle as well." Chloe grinned, sipping again.

"If it's a girl then it doesn't mean she'll have to be a girly girl. She can still be a tomboy if she wants to be." Evee mumbled, unconsciously rubbing the small but evident bump on her stomach.

"She'll be royalty, she'll be a girly girl." Chloe pointed out, her hands wrapped around the glass of wine.

"She'll be my child and she can do whatever the hell she wants." Evee mumbled, already ignoring the protective streak inside her stomach.

"Have you spoken to Harry about nannies and stuff like that? You know the general rules of raising a child in an environment such as this?" Chloe's face turned serious as she looked at her best friend.

"Harry wants a nanny, of course. One who's always available and lives along with us and then another two extras." The blonde answered shortly, remembering their discussion from two days ago. He had told her that she would need someone by her side, she argued that normal mother had no one by their side either. Harry in reply spoke that she would not be a normal mother and that she would have to come to terms with that.

The case was rested by the fact that they would discuss this later on and stress wasn't good for the baby.

"And you don't want that..." Chloe stated carefully.

"I have worked in a hospital. I took care of sick children way before I even met Harry. I don't think he actually realizes that apart from being his wife, I'm also a child nurse. I studied for this, I can take care of my own child." Evee sighed, rubbing her temples. "I can't let them take everything away, I want to raise my child."