La Chenille (Prince Harry)

Chapter Eighteen

       

Throwing herself on to the bed, Evee tried her best to squeeze herself into her old jeans. She was bored to death in this house and was determined to go outside, only for just a little. A short walk, a breath of fresh air, anything to would make her mind at ease. She knew perfectly well that there were still had 43 days to go, but she didn't like being pregnant at all. She didn't like people taking photographs of her, she didn't like the rumours that the child might not be a Windsor, she didn't like their girl/boy bets.

She knew it would have to be something to get over. She had always done it when it came to herself. She could handle the way they spoke about her, but this was her child. Her own flesh and blood. How would she ever handle the way press spoke about him? How would she feel if they cramped all their enormous cameras in his face? How would she be able to protect him?

Trying not to think about this just yet, she sighed in frustration. "BOBBY?!" The blonde screamed, knowing well he was just outside her door. "Could you get in here?"

Normally the bedroom was off territory for the security guard, he knew that but the Duchess of Clarence and Avondale's request had to be answered. "Ma'am, what can I help you with?" He politely questioned, entering the room with his arms crossed in his back.

"Could you- Would you mind if you helped me with these pants?" Evee asked with a slight hint of blush on her face. "They don't seem to fit anymore. They always did."

Bob was startled, caught in between his need to satisfy every wish the Duchess made, yet he was sure this wasn't something he had learned in school. He also didn't want to disrespect her husband. Trying to pick his words carefully, he answered "Well you are expecting a child, ma'am.  If you don't mind me suggesting, why don't you try the brown, maternity pants? They look remarkable."

She bit her tongue, because she knew how embarrassed he was. Looking down, she couldn't even see the buttons to close her jeans anyways. She could barely see her own feet anymore. Taking a deep breath, she nodded her head. "I probably should do that. I apologize, Bobby."

"There simply is no need to apologize. If you need anything else, I'm just a few feet away."

"Actually, could you give Catherine a ring? Ask her if it's alright if I stop by?"

Her right hand nodded his head, "Of course."

Ten minutes, a few jeans and a Duchess out of breath later, Evee trailed towards 1A in brown coloured trousers and a sweater. Even though it was November already, it was a particular nice day. The sun was out and it felt great upon her skin. She knew her sister in law already seen her wobble through the courtyard because the door opened before she could even ring any bell.

"Evee! I'm so glad you've decided to stop by!" It was hard to ignore the big smile upon Catherine's face. It instantly made her feel better. "George keeps on asking if there's a baby yet."

A little annoyed at herself, Evee opened her arms to reveal her entire stomach, "As you can see, still pregnant."

Kate tried not to laugh at the blonde, she heard tales of Harry that could fit right into a comedy show and crack some major headlines. "Well you still have more than a month to go. You should be."

Evee entered the apartment, noticing immediately the way George's loud feet echoed in the hallway. She couldn't help but grin when she noticed him running toward her. "Aunt Evee!"

"Hey Georgie!" She wrapped her arms around the five year and a half boy, remembering like it was yesterday that he was still small. It amazed Evee everyday how big he already was.

"Still no baby?"

"You know the baby should be here around Christmas, George." His mother informed him for the six hundred time this month.

"Mommy said she'd be the present underneath the Christmas tree." A little girl's voice spoke.

"Well hello to you too." Evee smiled, bending down slightly to tap the princess' nose, "And how do you know it's a she?"

"I just do." Charlotte shrugged her shoulders.

"I told you it would be a boy." George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a real adult.

"You'll both just have to wait and see." Kate spoke to her children, "Now go play a bit, mummy and Evee have to talk like adults."

"You can't talk like adults." The little prince spoke. "I heard uncle Harry tell daddy that aunt Evee gets grumpy when she can't have grapejuice and you always drink grapejuice when you talk."

Evee saw Kate holding back her own laughter as the blonde raised her eyebrows, trying not to laugh herself. "Well, we can still talk like adults with a glass of water as well."

George just rolled his eyes once again, grabbing his sister's hand and marching out of the hallway into the playroom.  "I do have actual grapejuice you know..." Catherine spoke, eyeing her sister in law. "I can give you a juicebox from Charlotte."

"Oh sush." Evee mumbled, trying to ignore Kate's laughter in the background as she marched towards the open kitchen.

"So, tell me, how's my husband's godchild doing? How are you doing? And most importantly, how is Harry doing?" The Duchess of Cambridge smirked, grabbing two glasses out of the cupboard and filling them with water.

"I think we're all doing alright... You know me." Evee shrugged, taking a sip from the glass.

"Of course I know you." Kate smiled with a silly face, "But I have a feeling you're a little..."

"Scared? Anxious? Shielding? Insecure?" The blonde rambled the words, for the first time spitting it all out.

Catherine knew so well how her sister in law was feeling because she had felt the exact same thing before giving birth to George. The thought of not being able to give birth to a healthy child, the thought of putting everyone down, including every single member of the public was frightening to no end.

Yes, for many it was a fairytale. The commoner marries a prince, they have a wonderful future, filled with children's laughter, but inside, there was always the heavy weight of the cross. The brightness of the spotlight almost blinding you. Then when you just got through a heavy labour, when you barely held your child yourself, you have to step outside and give a piece of your own flesh and blood towards the public.

Women all over the world knew that physically labour was one of the worst pains anyone could go through but for them, mentally it was just as hard. How could you protect your innocent child? How can you make them feel as normal as possible? How can you possibly be the best mother when every step of the way gets judged and criticized?

And it would be a long time that Evee would remember her sister in laws words, because they had meant so much to her. Because they had kept her head up in rough times. "I have utter and ultimate faith in you, Eveline, that you will do all you can to protect, love and cherish this little baby. I am absolutely certain that Harry and you will do everything in your power, your absolute all, to make sure this little boy will turn out to be one wonderful man and for now Evee, that's the best you both can do. " Kate smiled, covering the blonde's right hand. "Everything else is out of your hands."