Running Around Royal (Prince Harry #4)

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Meredith was not awake at the crack of dawn today, and she was so happy. At least in Tonga, they managed to pull the curtains close last night before going to bed. The sea breeze still made its way into the room, which was a nicer scent that Harry's morning breath. Outside, birds were cawing, and that made her feel nice too. Even though it was warm in the room, Meredith pulled the blankets up further.

"You'll get trapped in them," Harry said.

"Is that a bad thing?" Her words were all muffled by the blankets. "How long do I have left?"

Harry rolled over and checked. "Four minutes-- now, three."

"That's long enough." She closed her eyes again and brought the blanket over her head.

Settling back, Harry watched his wife under the covers. These were the stolen moments of their days. This moment was the only time in the day that they got to be themselves. It was a rush here and a rush there. Harry missed London because at least they had time alone together. He had known how long this was going to be and how hard it was going to be. He had warned his new wife about it as well. For the most part, Meredith wasn't doing quite fine with it. She was more tired now, but Harry also thought that might've not been pregnancy related.

Suddenly, Meredith asked, "Are you going to join me?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Am I allowed?"

Meredith tried to throw the covers over him, but she only managed to get them to his mouth. Harry decided to help out his wife, and he dipped below the blankets. It was dark, but he managed to make out an outline of his wife. He felt her blonde hair hair across the pillow, curling now. The straightening only lasted so long.

"It's nice down here," Harry commented.

Meredith scoffed. "Can I say something?"

Harry wasn't sure where this was going, but he never wanted her to silenced. "Yes."

"I don't feel pregnant."

Panic flooded through Harry, like something had happened last night, but then he realized, that wasn't what she had meant.

"Like, I expected to feel different, but I don't. I mean, I vomit while having no appetite. I am tired. I have a migraine. My boobs hurt constantly and they're bigger. And I have to pee all the time," she listed. "But I don't feel that much different. I can write those things off."

"Perhaps you're getting used to it?"

That was one way of explaining it. "Now, you have to tell me something, Harry."

He made a face, but then he realized she wasn't able to see his face. "Yes, Mere?"

Her voice was completely dry. "Are you just ready to burst to tell the world?" Harry let out a chuckle as Meredith continued, "Like, I expected you to run out the door and scream it to the world."

Harry snorted, which wasn't very prince-like. "I think you underestimate me." That was not something she did often, knowing how much he managed to reach. Harry didn't like not being able to take care. "But I should say, I did tell Wills--"

She let out a gasp. "What did he say?"

"He said," he snickered, "Mere must've been pissed because she wanted to wait." His chuckles filled the air.  "He probably told Cath-- and she probably told Pa--"

"And Pa told Camilla, and now probably Granny knows, so everyone probably knows by now."

Harry let his jaw drop dramatically. "You're right."

"Hmm."

"Have you told your dad?"

"I should." Meredith knew that well. Her fingers curled into the soft. "I will. I have to."