Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

35: Slipping Up

Rye's P.O.V

6 months later

"Fuck's sake," Andy growled, making me laugh. He pouted with a raised eyebrow, holding the nail polish wand up threateningly. "Laugh again, and I'll chop your dick off and feed it to the guard dog, Beaumont."

"Sorry, darling," I apologised, walking over to where he was applying a new coat at the dresser table. "Babe, it looks fine. Just wash off the bit that you think went wrong."

Andy paused, sighing. "Maybe I need to educate you on this, Ryan. You can't wash off nail polish. And I ran out of the varnish."

I chuckled softly, kissing his hair. "Are our bags packed yet for London?"

"Yeah, the servants finished it when we went to Ana's checkup. Can't believe she's 9 months now. God, it seems like only yesterday Holly had brought her into my room at the hospital. And she's so beautiful, Rye. We were blessed with her, weren't we?"

I didn't say anything, instead taking in our reflection in the mirror. Me, and the boy I loved with everything I had. I'd been blessed with both Aliana and Andy. The blonde sniffed, a tear falling down his cheek. I wiped it away, kissing his forehead.

"Oh, baby. Don't cry. I love you so much," I said softly, kissing his jaw. Andy nodded silently, screwing the bottle shut. Blowing them dry, he held up his hands. "They look gorgeous."

"I miss Mum. And Dad. It's been ages since we last saw them." Andy sighed, looking down at his lap.

"Andy, that's not your fault. We can't help the fact that we're busy, can we? And plus, Ana can't be flying all the time. Holly said it's not safe," I said gently. Andy stood up and kissed me on the cheek, heading to the door.

"I need to make sure our bags have everything in them, then we can pack ours. I've already done Ana's, so she's good."

Andy's P.O.V

Aliana had learned to sit up, babbling all day long. So far, she'd learnt to say "Ma" and "Pa" but she repeated these two phrases the whole day. When Rye would come back from a meeting, I'd hear her shriek Pa at the top of her voice, making the two of us grin in pride.

In England

Aliana wriggled in her plane seat, not having the comfort of her booster seat, and started wailing. I sighed and unbuckled her, holding her to my chest as we were getting off now. The tears didn't stop, instead growing louder. Rye was preoccupied with some royal business and as much as he wanted to right now, couldn't help me.

"Please, darling! Mamí's tired, I need you to stop this, Ana," I groaned, close to tears myself. She was slowly taken from me and I looked up to see Jon. He smiled and nodded before carrying her off the plane, calming her just a little.

Jack put an arm around me, holding me close to him. "Don't stress yourself out, Fovvs. They can't do anything to you here, okay?"

I nodded, sighing heavily. "Thanks, Jack. Come on, they're waiting for us."

***

I sat down in the drawing room with nothing to do, Rye doing some stuff with Dad and having put Ana to sleep, when Mum walked in.

I'd avoided her all day; after finding out the truth, I hadn't spoken to her properly, letting Rye speak with my parents. She sat opposite me and I sensed her looking at me whilst I sat looking aimlessly through my phone.

"Honey, please," she started. "What more do you want me to say?"

I stared at her in shock. Had she really just asked that?

"Mum, seriously?! What do you think I want you to say, huh? Maybe start with an: I'm sorry for lying to you for your entire life, Andy. Yeah, people aren't always who you think."

"I told you that I'm sorry, Andy. You know I am. What I did was a mistake, the biggest one of my life-"

"What, so I'm a mistake?" I yelled, and she gave me a pointed look before carrying on.

"What I did was a mistake but I'm saying sorry to you now. I shouldn't have done it; I shouldn't have hidden it from you for all these years. It wasn't right of me at all, especially with the fact I am England's queen. What sort of role am I setting for my people?"

I huffed, not understanding why she couldn't see the point.

"I'm not the only person you need to apologise to, am I? Have you told Dad?"

"Told me what, son?" His voice came through the door as he walked in, Rye behind him. Shit.

I looked over at Mum, who was completely still. "Well, Mum? Or am I going to have to tell him?" I snapped, and Mum shifted her gaze to the floor.

"Andy, what's wrong?" Dad asked, brow knitted together.

"Babe..." Rye said, but I silenced him. This would be him finding out, too.

"Dad, you should have known this before anyone else. And, I'm so sorry you had to find out this way." I stopped to look at my mother, voice already breaking as I spoke. "I'm not your son. You're not my biological father."

I forced back my tears and watched Dad, who couldn't seem to process what I'd just revealed. "A-Andy, what are you saying?"

"Mum had sex with another man, despite being married to you, and led you on to believing I was your child. I'm s-so sorry, Dad," I whispered.

Dad shifted his attention to Mum. "Lesley? Is what Andy saying the truth? He's not actually my son? He won't be a legitimate heir to the throne?"

Mum slowly nodded and looked up, eyes filled with pools. Something inside of me snapped.

"No, you do not get to be upset, Mum! This is all your fault. Dad," I said, putting a hand on his arm. He turned and looked me straight in the eye, tears starting to fall down his face. Never in my life had I seen him cry. Never. "I'm sorry you didn't find out sooner."

By now, I was fully sobbing, and my tears wouldn't subside. Dad wiped them away and shook his head. "No, don't apologise. This isn't your fault. Rye, will you take Andy upstairs to your room? I think this is getting too much for him."

Rye pulled me back and I stumbled into his arms, not able to find the strength to hold myself up anymore. He carried me bridal style and kissed my forehead, whispering to me softly as we reached my room. Despite how loudly I was crying, Aliana stayed asleep and I buried my face in the pillow, refusing to look anywhere else.

"It'll be okay, darling. Don't cry," Rye said comfortingly, but it just wasn't enough. As I sat up, Rye pulled me into a long, desperate kiss, and I knew that he was showing without words how much he loved me. And I was so grateful for that. I pulled away and shook my head.

"How do you know it'll be okay, Ryan? Look at what just happened! There's no way we're going to be okay after that, are we? I've fucked up so badly," I cried, leaning into my husband's chest.

Rye sat me back upright and forced me to look him in the eyes. "Listen to me. Andrew Robert Beaumont, you have not fucked up. This is one thing amongst many problems a monarchy faces. We will be okay. Your family here will be okay, you understand? I know there's already so much tension and anger in the air, but caring for each other despite what happens is going to keep us strong," he said firmly. I stared up at him, not saying anything. What could I say, though? He was completely on point.

I climbed into his lap and rested my head on his shoulder, legs straddling his waist. Rye shifted to lay us down, me on top of him as we closed our eyes, dreams already enticing us away from all this.