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Continuation of Paris's POV:

I heard Richard stir in the room before the smell of warm food reached me and he sat down a tray on the nightstand next to the bed. I could smell his blood mixed with the scent of omelets and toast, a faint undertone of a rose with it. He made me breakfast before I could wake up.... I opened my eyes slowly and looked at the tray before I looked at him.

"Thank you," I whispered as I curled up to the blankets. He purred at me then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Of course," he purred lovingly to me then kissed me. "Here~ you need to gather all the strength you can so we can have a healthy baby," he told me and picked up the plate, starting to spoon feed me the omelet. "Say ahhh~" I frowned and pushed the spoon away quickly and sat up.

"I know how to eat," I told him. He smirked then and kissed me quickly.

"I know~" He told me then gently handed me the plate. "I thought it'd be cute," he teased me then looked towards my hair. "I'll get a hairbrush to untangle that for you." He smirked a little and got to his feet before he went towards a bathroom off the bedroom. "It's only us up here. We don't have to worry about anyone seeing us," he told me, glancing over his shoulder at me. "You can wear as little as you want~" He winked then, looking my body over. I blushed and yanked the blanket up my body quickly.

"Don't look at me like that!" I told him and sat the food aside and got up with the blanket. I headed for the extra door that he hasn't been through. It has to be a closet.

"Why not?" I heard him purr. I heard him moving around in the other room before he came into the closet where I was and held a hairbrush in his hands. "I was kidding. I love you," he told me and walked over, kissing my cheek with a purr before he handed me the brush. "Do you want to brush it yourself?" I nodded and started to brush my hair out before I gave it back to him and eyed over the closet before I grabbed a night gown and put it on quickly.

"I want to see Louis," I told him. He frowned then.

"Louis?" He asked me then leaned against the wall. "You mean that look alike that you were with? I can send a letter to him...." He watched me closely like he was worried I was going to run off with him once he got here. "Would you like me to send a letter to Rose as well?" I nodded and rubbed my cheek.

"Louis is my twin," I told him softly. "I found him on the island. We were separated at birth because my parents gave him to the king of Wales." He frowned but nodded.

"I'll go write up letters to the both of them," he said then went for the door. "I'll have them sent out by tonight.... Paris... you won't run off, will you?" He asked and looked back at me cautiously. "You won't run off with the baby?"

"Don't give me a reason to," I warned him. He tensed and nodded before he looked me over.

"I won't," he promised me. "I love you," he murmured and bit his bottom lip. I eyed him over before I smiled.

"I love you too," I whispered and tensed up. Terry... Richard smiled at me then looked to be feeling a little better about it as he walked out and muttered something about a study a few doors down where he could write the letters for me.

"Don't forget to eat!" He called out to me as he left the bedroom. I frowned as I listened to him leave me before I walked after him and rubbed my stomach before I felt a little uneasy and fell over groaning from the cramps.

"Richard," I whined out. I don't want to be a girl anymore. He quickly walked back to me with a look of concern before he pulled me into his arms and frowned.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" He asked me then picked me up bridal style, holding me close to his chest. I nodded and laid my head down on his shoulder.