The Unexpected Journey-A Prince Harry Fan Fic

Chapter 175

"People are going to...see me..." She pointed to the laptop, her eyes teary. "Giving you..."

His nod was heavy, his eyes dark. "People have seen you, giving me..."

And suddenly she felt nothing, nothing except this deep, gross feeling in the pit of her gut like she had been punched, like she had been kicked. Her hands moved away from him to her stomach and she wasn't over-exaggerating in the least when she groaned, "I think I'm going to be sick."

Taking her very seriously, Harry reached for the wastebasket, sliding it over in front of her.

Maddie offered him a small smile before it twitched and faded. Dropping her head between her knees, she took a few long, slow breaths before she looked back up to him. "Who?"

"Who?" Harry's eyebrows lifted, watching her closely.

"Who's seen them?" Her hands pushed her hair back out of her face. "Who told you?"

"My father called." Despite his anger, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "The media usually calls the palace before they print...stuff like this..." The bite in his voice was back. "But this isn't Britain and they didn't call. They just fucking put them up."

"Can they do that?!"

"Ha..." Harry shook his head. "I don't know. There is a team of people working on legalities right now and a team of people working on security and a team of people..."

"That's a lot of teams," Maddie's voice was dry and empty.

"It is." Harry's hands rubbed at her legs, at her arms. "Maddie...are you okay?" His eyes glanced to the wastebasket.

"Ha!" Her head tipped back bitterly, shaking as it did. "Those teams of people..."

"Yeah?"

"They've all seen these?" She nodded to the laptop.

His head dropped as he nodded. "Yes. They've all seen them."

"Arthur? Jim?" The tears began to creep back up as she thought of these people who she respected, people who respected her, seeing this private, intimate moment between her and her husband. "Thomas?"

"Yes," his voice was hoarse. "They have to look at them to figure out..."

"Your father?" She felt the lump in her stomach rising. "Gran?"

"Yes," Harry's hand moved to his chest, over his heart that hurt so much for her, for them.

"My..." Maddie's voice broke as she asked, "my mother?"

"I don't know," he moved in closer. "Jim contacted Ryan who's out with her and Lilli. They're on their way back right now but I don't know what she knows."

"I think I'm going to be sick," she whispered again, her hand gripping the basket next to her, her mind unraveling as she thought about telling her mother, about telling her family.

"I know," Harry breathed.

"Is he mad?" Maddie seemed to grow even quieter as she looked up to Harry. "Your father? Is he mad at us?"

"No," Harry shook his head, a small smile spreading over his lips. "He's not mad. We're not...in trouble. We're married and we were on private property and..." He trailed off with a tiny hint of a laugh. "We're not in trouble. I promise."

"Okay," Maddie nodded, wiping at her eyes before she moved to squeeze his hands. "I'm sorry Harry."

"YOU'RE sorry?" He sat back in surprise. "What in the hell do YOU have to be sorry for?!"