“Harry! Come one! We’re going to be late for my doctor’s appointment!” Anne called from the front door.
Nine year old Harry stumbled down the stairs with his pink blanket and stuffed bear. Once he reached his mum, she picked him up and carried him out of the car.
“You are getting too big for me to carry you around, Harry!” Anne chuckled, setting him in the back seat.
He giggled as she buckled him in, “Mum! I’m a princess!”
She laughed, “Oh, I’m sorry, Princess Harry. You are so thin and light weighted! I must have been mistaken. Maybe I am getting weak!”
“That must be it, gorgeous,” He replied with a posh accent, and a wink.
“Oh, my princess is quite the charmer! I think I might faint if he keeps up with these charming antics.”
Harry giggled, and waited for his mother to get in the driver’s seat, before he continued their conversation.
“So, Princess… How is the Prince?” Anne asked.
“Oh, Nick? He is dashing as always.”
“That’s good. Do you have a date set up with him yet?”
Harry laughed, “Mum! We aren’t a couple!”
“What? What about that kiss on the cheek you gave him the other night?”
“Oh… You saw that?” Harry blushed.
“Oh, honey. We all saw that. His mother included. We are organizing you wedding plans!” She giggled.
“Mum!”
“Honey, I’m just messing with you,” his mother explained.
Harry huffed, “Fine. Let’s just not talk about my boyfriend- I mean my friend who is a boy.”
Anne rolled her eyes, and pulled into her doctor’s office parking lot. Harry gladly jumped out of the car with his blanket.
“What about Bearie?” Anne asked.
“Oh… He was too tired to come in, so I left him in there to nap,” Harry said.
Anne smiled, and nodded. They walked into the office and she walked to the reception desk, while Harry walked over to a little girl who was playing with dolls.
“Hello,” he greeted.
“Hi,” she squeaked.
They were both around the same age.
“What’s your name?” Harry asked.
“Eleanor, and yours?”
“Harry.”
“Hi Harry,” she blushed.
“Hello Eleanor.”
They smiled.
“Want me to play dolls with you?” Harry asked.
She laughed, “Boys don’t play with dolls.”
“I do. I happen to be a princess.”
“A princess? Really now? I’m a princess and you’re the prince.”
“No. I’m the princess and Nick in the prince,” Harry explained.
“Who’s Nick?” She asked.
“A boy I like.”
“Ew! You like a boy? That’s disgusting!” She screamed at him.
He frowned, “What do you mean? We love each other.”
