Switched

Chapter 17

“Hey,” I said answering the phone.

    “Hey? That’s it? Drew it’s been a week since we talked last. What’s going on?” I asked.

    “I just don’t know what to do,” he said quietly.

    “You don’t know what to do about what?”

    “I just think it’s kinda convenient that you leave and then you tell me your pregnant,” he snickered.

    “I didn’t know until I got here,” I explained.

    “Look,” he sighed. “I don’t wanna fight with you. I just have trust issues because of Carmin-”

    “I’m not Carmin!” I said more sternly than intended.

    “I know, and I’m not a prince.” With that the line went dead. Drew’s right. He’s not a prince. I still haven’t figured out how to change any laws about being able to marry him.

    “Would you like to see your mom?” I asked Jonathan. We’ve become closer since that day in the hospital.

    “Yes, but you need me here.”

    “No, I just need you by me,” I corrected.

    “What are you getting at, Princess?”

    “What if I went with you to see your mom?”

    “I don’t know,” he said unsure. “It’d be hard to have a guard on you at all times, plus you would stand out like a sore thumb with your clothing,” he said referring to the extravagant gowns I had to wear on a daily basis.

    “I was a commoner in America for most of my life. I’m pretty sure I could do it again.”

    “What would you tell the King?”

    “That I want to meet my people personally and this way you can still keep me safe.”

    “Okay,” he agreed. “Let’s go talk to him about it.”

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    I sat on the couch trying to think about all the shocking revelations that I’d recently learned. Could Kriss and I actually have a life together? A family? What about Xavier?

    “Hey, so our flight leaves in about a week, right?” Meghan said walking into the living room.

    “Kriss is pregnant,” I blurted.

    “What?”

    “Kriss is pregnant. She called and told me about a week ago,” I said slowly.

    “Oh,” she said quietly. “Congrats.”

    “I don’t know if it’s mine,” I said barely loud enough for her to hear.

    “What?” She asked shocked. “It has to be yours. She wouldn’t do that to you.”

    “I know that, but why didn’t she tell before she left?”

    “She probably didn’t know, Bub,” Meghan said sitting next to me.

    “I just- everything’s so complicated now,” I breathed.

    “That’s what a relationship is. A big mess of complicatedness.”

    “Yeah, but ours is more complicated than normal,” I explained. “She’s a princess from another country and I have a love child with another woman.”