I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 29: Old Friends at Windsor

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Chapter 29: Old Friends at Windsor

Shadé

I haven't been to Windsor in a while, nor have I seen Aimee and Frank in over a year. Vincent told me he had a surprise there for me, which made me want to get there even faster. His mother and sister had just left over an hour ago. That's when he suggested that we go to Windsor today.

"You know the castle's open to the public, right," he had said before we left.

"Then why are we going. I don't want a stranger to run into my babies," I frowned.

"Well, the State Apartments are closed to them. We're going to be there anyway," he replied hopefully.

I agreed once he explained that we'd only run into tourist only if we opted to. Which definitely wasn't going to happen.

It was only three in the afternoon when we left. The sky was a menacing grey, and the snowy city looked as depressed as it always did. But, fortunately, I wasn't anywhere near depressed. London's weather contradicted against my mood.

We were on the road, beginning the 45 minute journey to Windsor. I watched through the car door's rearview mirror as Kensington's gold and black gates close behind us.

I looked over at Vincent to see him intensely concentrated on the road. For some reason, he looked... scared. He had this same nervous expression the day the twins and I came here two days ago.

"Are you okay," I asked him, out of a genuine concern.

His pale hands tighten around the steering wheel as he nods in response. "I'm fine," he assured.

"No, you're not. You're sweating and it's cold," I pointed out as beads of sweat showcased themselves at the edges of his dark brown hair. I mentally noticed that he washed out the jet black hair dye from before.

"I'm... nervous. I'm not used to driving with my son and daughter in the car," he said anxiously before a small hint of a smile made its way onto his thin lips.

I smiled, a wider one, at the protectiveness he had over them. However, him being cautious of their safety didn't include him having to drive so slow. I leaned over on my right to see how slow he was going. "Vincent, you can drive faster. Driving at 20 miles per hour in a 40 miles per hour speed limit zone can get you a ticket," I said knowingly.

"Says the girl who can't drive," he retorted.

I gasped with incredulity. "Says the lousy driving teacher I had! You only taught me once and we almost drove into a lake," I said, mildly insulted.

"That wasn't me. You were the one behind the wheel," he replied, never taking his eyes off the semi-empty road.

"I didn't know what I was doing," I said, defensively.

"I could never understand how you were 18, but didn't know how to drive," he laughed to himself.

"Whatever," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He released a chuckle as he continued driving, picking up his pace. I assumed that he was feeling a little more comfortable now.

By the time we were out of London, both Caine and Valencia were sound asleep. I looked out the window, staring up at the heavy, grey clouds. They seemed as if they were threatening to pour rain, but I knew it wasn't. At this time of year, it's more likely to snow rather than rain.