Never Really Royal (Harry and Meghan Fanfiction)

Remember

It had been almost two weeks since we had returned from New Zealand. The girls had gone back to school and after a restful few days I flew out to LA to film for a show that I was working on. While I was there, I stayed with Grandma, who treated me as she always did. She made me an amazing dinner every night and always treated my room as if it were a hotel room.

On my second to last night there, she came into room at about 8pm.

"How was your bath Petal?" She asked as she sat down on my bed, while I turned around on the chair at the desk. This used to be Mom's room, a long time ago and mine once upon a time. Mom still lived here in the year that I was born and my cot lived in the corner of the room. The mark in the wall from my mobile still remained there along with the pictures that Mom had stuck on the wall of various events in the first year of my life. Although Grandma had a spare room, I always loved to sleep in here when we came without Mom, it felt like the safest place in the world.

"It was really nice thanks Grandma." I said.

"I feel as if I have barely seen you since you've been here. This is the first night you've been home before 9." she said as she picked up the picture on the bedside table. It was a pink frame with a picture inside of Mom and I on my first birthday. It had been there since then and it was by far one of Grandma's favourites.

"I know, I am exhausted. These early morning calls and the late night filming is doing nothing for my immune system. I feel like death." I said.

"Come here," she said as she patted the bed beside her. I got up from the desk and went over and sat beside her. "I've missed you so much." She said as she put her arm around me and pulled me close.

"I've missed you too. I think Mom has as well, she just won't say it." I told her. Mom hadn't seen Grandma since she came to visit us in September and although Mom had been away from Grandma for longer, it didn't mean she didn't miss her.

"You haven't properly told me, how is your Mom?" she asked still holding me tight.

"Good, tired I think, but I think she is missing a bit of home comfort. Don't get me wrong, she loves London, we all do and she loves Harry and Kensington, but I think there's a little bit of her who misses being here, or in Toronto, especially since she's been pregnant." I told her. The room fell silent for a little longer than I would have liked. I looked to Grandma, who with her spare hand was wiping a tear from her eye. "I didn't mean to make you cry Grandma. I'm sorry." I said.

"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for, none of you do. I am so glad, so so glad that your Mom is happy but I can't help but miss you all a little bit too." she said stroking my shoulder slightly.

"I know and on different time zones it must be so much harder especially when the five of us are so busy." I said as I rested my head on her shoulder.

"That doesn't help. I can still remember when you and your Mom flew here from Toronto when she was pregnant with the girls. You both turned up on my doorstep and your Mom was in floods of tears." she said.

"Yeah, she had cried almost the entire plane journey because it was the day after Trevor had told her that he didn't want to have any children." I paused, "I bet that's exactly what she wants to do now, but she can't because of protocol and security." I said and Grandma nodded.

"She never had to worry about that before." Grandma said. I know that she didn't mean that spitefully, I know that Grandma absolutely adores Dad but I know that she feels like a part of Mom has been taken away since she got married to Dad and even more so since they found out that she was carrying a child who would be in line for the British throne.

"I know, but she knew that when she married Dad." I said and Grandma nodded in agreement.

"And my God does she adore that man, and so do the three of you and I couldn't be more glad that she is finally having a child with a man who bothered to stick around." she said. Part of me was slightly offended that she just slagged off my Dad a bit, but she was right, he didn't stick around for Mom when she was pregnant with me. He did come back though, when it was time to be a father.