Never Really Royal (Harry and Meghan Fanfiction)

Likelihood

I shut the door of my car and walked across the driveway of Mom and Dad's house in Windsor. I reached the front door and used my key to unlock it. I then pushed the door open, went in and shut it behind me. I could hear a vague blur of noise coming from the kitchen, so I quietly took off my shoes and put my keys down on the side table. I then went through to the kitchen, where Mom was stood with Albie in her arms and Alfie running around the island.

"Hey Momma." I said to her. Mom and the boys both looked towards me and Alfie and Mom both smiled. Alfie came running towards me and wrapped his arms around my legs. I picked him up and rested him on my hip. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I stroked his cheek and then he let his head fall onto my shoulder. I stroked his hair as I walked towards Mom. She gave me a hug and I stroked Albie's head as well.

"What brings you here?" she said. I sat down at one of the stools at the island.

"Sam's at uni and out all week and I needed some time out of London." I said.

"Everything's alright with Sam though right?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine. I just didn't want to spend all week in the flat by myself." I told her.

"Instead you wanted to spend it in this crazy house." she questioned.

"Yeah, I did. I missed you and Dad and the boys but I missed my sisters."

"Dais, they are going to be over the moon to see you." she said.

"I hope so, I miss them so much. I thought I could go and get them from school and take them for get some milkshakes or something." I said. Mom smiled.

"That's fine with me. Do you want to come and help me put these two down and then we could have some lunch?" she asked. I nodded and carried Alfie upstairs, following her to their bedroom. The boys had been sharing a room for the past few months. Their room was blue and white with stars everywhere. Their cots were on opposite sides of the bed, both with bunting with their names hanging above them. While Mom settled Albie, I lay Alfie down in his cot and stroked his head, which settled him to sleep. Mom and I went downstairs and made some smashed avocado toast before sitting down at the kitchen table to eat it.

"How have you been?" Mom asked.

"Alright. Like I'm fine, I don't feel scared or anything, I'm not permanently looking over my shoulder or anything, I know that he can't get anywhere near me. It's just when I'm by myself, I get stuck in my own thoughts and that's when I overthink and that's the hardest part. Because when I overthink, I convince myself, it's all my fault." Mom looked at me, and put her hand out on the table. "I know that it isn't my fault. I know that but when I start to think about it, I think about all of the things I could have done differently and then I have to remind myself again that I did nothing wrong and nothing I did was out of place."

"I'm so glad that you know that." she said, before squeezing my hand.

"But it has given me a lot of time to think and as much as I don't want to stop doing my job, I think that for a little while I might take a back seat, not forever and not from everything, but I think that I need to put some effort into my charity and into my family. Sam and I had been married what? Seven months and we've probably spent about half of that together. I need to put some time and some love into that because it's something that I never want to end."

"He adores you Dais, I don't think he's going anywhere. What about the trial? What's the plan with that?" she asked.

"I called Gloria Allred the other day and asked her to represent me. She said yes and she's spent the weekend looking over the case and she's gonna call me tomorrow to look over everything and talk to me about stuff, but she thinks I might have to fly out to New York next week." I told her.