The Crown Prince's Love

Chapter 2.2

I sat there, on a big pale blue comfy couch, in what seemed like a study room. Why would Eric bring me here? Why does Eric give such strange vibes today? Wasn’t he always strange to begin with? I sulked looking around, sinking deeper in the couch. I was feeling lazy and I hadn’t even done anything of sorts today.

And where is he off to now?

I had known Eric a little while back, half year at most. Eric had stumbled upon me in market and was severely injured. Me being the person that I am, I took him home and treated him there since he denied any hospital visit and any sort of official treatment. As if he hadn’t raised any red flags, he decided to stay there at my house, for a while until his leg healed and he would stop limping. In the process he had developed a certain sort of attachment towards me. He always seemed to give off weird vibes, always wanting me in his arms. Always telling me how precious and beautiful I am. Always making me a blushing mess. Always making me look forward to seeing him.

He'd visit me whenever he had a chance to, after all he was a trader and was gone most of the time. Grandma adored him and so did mother. He had won them by his sweet talks and expensive gifts but Corey somehow didn't like him being so close to me. Corey even had some nerves to snap at him when he learnt Eric was my first kiss. He even threw a few punches.

Ugh!

Just thinking about that made my cheeks flush red. I looked outside the window of the room and found something interesting that caught my eye. With no sign of him walking back I decided to leave the room and explore it.

"Come on, let go! Off you come!" A faint voice cheered and a young boy whined, "No! I will fall bubba!" A cute voice screamed catching my attention from afar, "No, you'll not fall! I'll catch you! Jump in my arms!" The voice said and I couldn't help but tiptoe to look down from where I stood. It was ick-ing me not being able to get a glimpse of the face since the man's broad back was facing towards me, I slowly went down the stairs tracing the railing all the way. His head was split in black and grey hairs. The voice sounded so familiar... It made my brain storm over the latest memories. 'Be careful!' Yes, those were the words that were said to me and were stuck in my head. Ever since that encounter again, it was hard to sideline it.

My heart quickened its beat as I looked at the sharp jaw line. My eyes begged to look at the face even once. I held my breath as the man helped the twins down from where they were sitting on the white horse, "I told you Daisy likes you both. She is cute just like you guys." The man said who seemed to be wearing a black suit without the coat and appeared to be handsome even from the back side. His body was toned and lace was placed on his biceps making them pop out more than required.

"No bubba, I don't want to step down, I said I like Daisy more than you!" The twin girl whined and the man passed a soft husky chuckle as he placed her down, he said, "You had enough time on her, she just came back from the war with me sweetie. After some rest you can take rides again and I bet Daisy loves you just as much!"

I cracked a soft smile. He was so soft with the 4 year old babies and the beautiful white horse named Daisy. I was about to peek at his face when I was jerked to the other side harshly, I found Eric out of breath, pulling at my arm forcefully.

"Hey, ow! Ow! Where are you taking me? Wait!" I whined. He gave me a stern look as he dragged me away. We walked past the huge pillars of the building and inside the building in his study room, again. I crashed on his couch with a sad pout and crossed my arms, "You didn't have to pull at me so hard you know!" I stated rubbing my forearm and he sighed taking deep breaths, "I'm sorry I couldn't help but look for you when I didn't see you in the room. I panicked! I told you to stay put! Where did you go off to?" He said, sitting down on the couch next to me rubbing his hands over his face.

"Well, I was bored and curious beyond my mind! Today is my first day at work and you dragged me away, twice! I don't even know if grandma needs me right now or-"

"Nope, she's still in the princess's chamber. You'll have to wait a bit before going out and I suggest you keep out of it since it's been some months and she has given birth again. It’s been a while though, I don’t know why she needs help." He said fixing and playing with my messy hair. I liked my hair messy. Hearing his words my eyes were wide open, "is that why I was called in for work? To handle some babies? I know I have some luck with them but not with newborns! What will I do?" I panicked and he held my hands stopping my train of thoughts shushing me up, "Hey, hey! Your grandma is the head chef so I think you'll be assisting her most of the time and besides newborns are a lot easier to take care of instead of wild babies. Plus her babies are not that newborn, maybe some months old."

"Yeah…? You think so? Will I be able to handle myself and everything?" I asked him through hopeful eyes as his eyes softened at me and he smiled squeezing my hands. I liked my hands being held but didn't like the texture of his rough hands so I was mostly in the heat of avoiding giving him my hands but either it were my hands or my lips. I preferred sacrificing my hands instead of my virgin lips. Even though I had been kissed, it felt like an insult to my lips. I was just not accepting the fact that I had been kissed.

I remember the first kiss we shared was anything but an awkward smooch and some afterwards that were equally as worse. Eric didn't know s**t about kissing. He always felt forced with me and it drove me over the edge. I wanted to kill myself over it but not as much as I wanted out of my life before. Of course handling children in the nursery of my city was quite a big deal and I was adorned by the rich wives but I was mishandled by the staff there and was placed the blame for being a flirty w***e that cost me my prideful job and memories with precious innocent kids.

I wonder most of the time how they're doing without me, good I hope.