The Prince's American Girl | Prince Harry and Meghan Markle

23 | What's Better Than a Bed?

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I am sorry for the long break from the last chapter! I am studying engineering and it is quite time consuming! But I love writing so this has been a much needed way to escape the homework, studying, group projects and craziness! Thanks again to you lovely reader :).

Your eyes have feasted upon letters I have typed onto my keyboard and by some magical technological way, have ended up on a screen in which can be read and comprehended by you! Somewhere completely far from where I am! It's incredulous how amazing our abilities are in this world now to connect with others! I'm just a girl who is living her life, and so are you! So just a little reminder that you are magic and a part of this magical universe and so are these words and that fact that you are able to read and that reading is a thing!

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Meghan knew she was a strong women. But right now, she was questioning her strength to defy gravity.

The entire plane ride back seemed surreal, she was headed 'home.' And she wished she could have enjoyed it more with the presence of her oh-so-handsome Harry. He sat in the cushioned tan seat of his family's private jet he had used to fly back to come to her hometown. He had mentioned that he wasn't "allowed" to take the private plane unless it was for work, but the Queen had approved it just this once. Meghan's heart fluttered at the realness of the situation. Even THE Queen seemed to see something in them, have some glimmer of hope, and when she heard that story from Harry, her heart warmed. She felt so appreciative of someone who believed in them when her own parents couldn't. How could her own parents not understand that Harry was not only the most amazing man but also a Prince! They couldn't even get over their high horses to see him for who he really was up close. And most importantly, see that he made her happy as she had expressed hours earlier to them.

But even as they were headed to Meghan's London flat to check up on Sophie, she continued to feel nauseous and self-conscious of what she must have looked like. Little sweat beads brimming above her eyebrows, taking off and on her coat. "I'm just adjusting to the changing temperatures, you know. The plane air, then there's Freyville's cold dry air, and then there's this London moist wet air. My body doesn't cope well with climate change. Literally and physically!" She laughed off and explained to Harry when he asked why she kept taking her jacket on and off.

"I guess this flight is a lot longer than when we went to Monaco." Pulling Meghan closer to his lap and proceeding to massage her tense shoulders as they drove in the blacked out car made him ease into the flight a bit more knowing she was at least under his care.

She closed her eyes and tried to steady herself in the comfort of Harry. But the bumps on the road made it difficult.

Soon enough, Harry was helping her out of the car and telling his driver to wait for him as they would only be a few minutes. Harry didn't want Meghan to go in alone to see Sophie. Who knew what strings Jason had to make Sophie stay quite that entire time Meghan was forced - but later willingly - to be gone.

They trotted up the steps to her flat as they grew warm from the coldness of the London air outside.

Meghan's heart was pounding, she hoped Sophie was okay as Jason promised. He was out of his mind when they had agreed to the terms of her departure.

Opening the door first, Harry stepped into her flat. She followed thereafter when she saw all the lights on and the familiar scent wafting through the flat of rosemary and oregano, Sophie's go-to herb seasoning. The scent immediately calmed her headache and put her at ease.

"Meghan!" Sophie, with a bikini body apron covering her front, closed the oven door and put her oven mitt down, immediately running to hug Meghan.