Page 153 of My Five Daddies

For a second, the fake smile that Nolan’s been wearing for the last hour turns genuine. Every time I talk about the baby, he can’t help but smile, and that makes me feel so incredibly good. He’s been talking about our family nonstop for the last six months, ever since I found out that I’mpregnant.

Of course, that came at the worst possible moment. It wasn’t like we were being careful or anything, but I guess I was hoping that I’d actually get pregnant at a more convenient moment. I guess life doesn’t really work out thatway.

After Julian stepped aside, Nolan’s father refused to elevate him into the position of crown prince. Other names were floated, but the nobles mostly backed Nolan, and nobody could get as much support as Nolan had. The king could just name someone, of course, but without the support of the nobility the new king would have some serious problems movingforward.

Meanwhile, Nolan and I made our marriage official, and I stopped pretending like I want to move back home. Polovia is my home now, and I’m starting to understand this place. I speak the language relatively well now, though I’m far from fluent, but the queen’s been helping me withthat.

My marriage to Nolan actually helped to boost his popularity, which surprised everyone. As it turned out, the people didn’t believe that I was a spy at all, and most normal people in Polovia actually likeme.

That’s what gave Nolan the idea. Well, actually it was Jessie, but Nolan’s the one that made ithappen.

He gathered as much support from the nobles as he could, both financially and otherwise, and took the issue to the people. Nolan organized an official referendum to petition the king to make him the crownprince.

It wouldn’t be binding. But the king typically doesn’t ignore serious referendums, especially when they’re backed by a high percentage of the population. We worked on the campaign for months, all through my pregnancy, and three weeks ago the numbers cameback.

The people wanted Nolan as their crown prince. Eighty percent of people chose him, which is an unheard of number. I remember Nolan getting the news of the final tally. I could see the victory and the joy on hisface.

“By the power of the lord, of the nobles, and of the royal line, I lower this crown as symbol of your power and your succession.” The king holds the crown tightly between his hands and slowly places it on Nolan’s head. “May your reign last through theages.”

Nolan bows to his father and the crowd goes insane. The crowning of the prince is an old ceremony, though Nolan pushed for some modern improvements. He allowed cameras inside the event for the first time ever, and even a large crowd of commoners. This sort of ceremony has never, ever been witnessed by commoners, much less broadcast ontelevision.

But when Nolan’s father agreed to name him crown prince, he knew he was defeated. He all but withdrew into himself, and mostly just focuses on state business thesedays.

Nolan laughs and waves to the crown as we step down from the podium and begin to walk back toward the side entrance. I’m so pregnant, and the baby is going nuts, but it’s one of the best moments of my life. I know how badly Nolan wanted this, and now he hasit.

“What do you think?” he asks me as we head away from thecrowd.

“I think you’re going to make a goodking.”

He grins and kisses me. “Of course I am. And you’ll be a goodqueen.”

I hesitate. “Are youserious?”

“I’m very serious,” he says. “Polovia has never had a foreign queen, but we willsoon.”

I stare at him and grip his hand. “I never wantedthis.”

“I know you didn’t. It’s what Iwanted.”

I sigh and kiss him again. We exit the main area and waves of applause and cheering follow us as we head back away from the crowd. There’s going to be a reception soon, and so this will be our only moment alonetogether.

Nolan gets a crafty little smile on his face and he tugs my hand, pulling me off into a side room. He throws the door shut and turns onme.

“Come here, you,” he says to me, a grin on hisface.

“No, no way,” I say, laughing. “Do you know how hard it was to get this dress on? I’m sopregnant!”

“I know,” he says, kissing me softly. “I loveit.”

I laugh and push him back. I love that he still desires me, even when I’m pregnant. Our sex life hasn’t slowed down, not even a little bit. He still drives me totallyinsane.

“Fine,” he says, his smile still on his face. “At least let me tell yousomething.”

“What?” I ask, hands on his chest. He looks so perfect with that crown on his head, tilted slightly to the side. His suit fits him perfectly, and I have to remind myself that this is real, it’s all actually real. I went from a maid in this place to the future queen. I’m married to the perfect man, and I’m pregnant with his son. I can’t imagine something better. It’s a fairy tale, it reallyis.

“This is all thanks to you,” he says softly. “Wait, let me finish. I did a lot of work, but you’re the one who pushed me toward it. Together, we’re going to make Polovia a betterplace.”

I stare into his eyes and slowly I nod. “Okay,” I say. “I’m in.Forever.”

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