The Crown Prince's Love

Chapter 2.3

"Hey, you lost in your day dreams?" Eric smiled at me and I gave him an awkward smile pulling my hands out of his hold, "You! You tell me what was all that pulling for? I was about to meet some kids back there and you interrupted, gosh! I hate when you force your way with me!" I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest as he tucked some hair strands behind my ear.

I had long curls that fell over my eyes and cheeks and the freckles didn't help much but added peachy rose strawberry tint on my face. I hated that about me, whatever I did, all that bloody makeup could only hide so much of them but Eric preferred it otherwise, calling me beautiful and handsome and his baby girl without the make-up. It was weird and awkward not going to lie about it. He was an awful flirt on top of being an embarrassing kisser. I could go on and on about what else I could rant about him, his personality, and his habits. It's like he was the only person I had ever come to know beyond our personal spaces.

"Ah that! I just panicked when I saw you missing and almost went crazy over the thought of losing you. You know how I hate it when I can't see you in front of my eyes even for a short period of time! You drive me crazy baby girl!" He said rubbing his nose with mine. I died of a mini heart attack. My heart flat lined for some seconds as I recovered from it and laughed awkwardly pushing him away slightly.

"Not the baby girl s**t please. You know I don't like it." I said getting up to go stand near the window, "Then what else? You've been avoiding kissing me lately. Is something bothering you? Have I done something to upset my baby girl?" He said engulfing me in a back hug knocking the breath out of me. It felt suffocating and impossible to disappear that very moment. So we stood there for I don't know how long and he swayed us back and forth as I clung to his arms that held me captive. I wished for the day to be over and it had only begun. I kind of wanted to Skippety-skip, hippoty-hop my way back to the horse and the man I missed the chance to see. I was known to be an observer of sorts when it came to handsome and beautiful people. No, not a stalker, that’s worse than what I do.

I caught myself falling for the sixth time as I was seated on that lame cough in the study room and I looked around. I panicked seeing Eric so close to me. Apparently his kiss had knocked my brain out and awoken me as well, "heh sorry! I thought you were sleeping so I didn't want to bother waking you up." He said going back to his chair, playing with the pile of papers on his desk obviously trying to excuse his actions.

"Were you kissing me?" I asked holding my breath. I felt violated. Kiss was okay but not behind my back and even worse when I was sleeping??? He scrunched his brows and looked at me with concern, "Why, are you not feeling well? You must've been dreaming!" He said shaking his head at me. The lies this man could tell with a straight face! He's unbelievable!

"No, you were kissing me! I did not dream of that. You were up in my face like a roach!" I said clearly not being happy about it. I got up and picked my bag swinging it on my shoulder, "next time you pull a stunt like that, make sure I'm aware and not dead! I won't excuse it, or just make sure there’s no next time." I said as if I hadn't said those words before. This man was a walking red flag and I don't know how I had gotten stuck with him like a goddamn gum in hair with only one solution to get rid of and that too of cutting the piece of my hair along with it, "Sorry you know I'm stressed and what do I do when I'm stressed? I take my kisses. I love you more than I show you and you know that, don’t you?" He said.

"No, you clearly just jerk off! I've told you a million times to divert your mind elsewhere. Jerking off is not the answer to your problems every single goddamn time!" I was pissed. This man needed some brain cells and urgently as well. I could barely put up the good angel act. My bitter self was on edge ever since I saw him flirt with a flower shop owner and he hadn't brought me flowers that day as well. I don't know what the f**k was he up to but I could tell he wasn't buying me s**t. I had bought enough of his stories though and it was time to put them behind me. He had no intentions of marrying me and I had no intentions of sticking with him if he kept his bullshit around himself and on me.

"Baby girl, you're obviously pissed and I don't like this side of you, always mad at me and telling me what to do and not to do! You should leave! I bet your grandma is looking for you, maybe." He said interlocking his fingers sitting back relaxed in his chair. The nerve of this man to throw me out of the very room he dragged me into!

I gasped dramatically, "Oh, wouldn't you like me gone from your face the moment I speak? You only want dumb sheep, not the one with the brains anyway…" I continued rambling as I bumped my way out of his room, "Close the door behind you!" He shouted behind me and I furiously shut the door close. Any more angry and I might've popped a vein in my head.

"It's all good! You'll not be facing him again. You better not! Just focus on today! You're here for a purpose, a cause. Better make the day count!" I said cheering myself up as I walked down the path to the princess's room. Grandma stood outside the door tapping her foot away in anger. She always used to tap her foot when she was extra mad.

"Where in the holy f**k have you been? Have you any idea how long I've waited for you to show up when I clearly told you to stay put right in front of this goddamn door!? Have you no sense of shame!? Do you want to kill me before I die of old age!? I'll eat you alive before I die and that's the least of the things I'll do to you! Can't believe I'm relying on you for this task!" She breathed fire as she eyed me, "for f**k's sake learn to be responsible or I'll rip your goddamn intestines out!"

Yikes!

I stood there listening to her rant away in anger. She used to do that when she was extra, extra, angry and I had made the situation worse myself. I only had splinters of regrets and incompetence planted inside me so how would I know how to fix a situation I had made worse from bad to good again. My presence was a situation I couldn't fix all my life.

"Are you f*****g listening to me or am I talking to these goddamn walls!?" She barked at me raising her hand and I flinched. She formed her hand into a fist and held it in air as if to show me she had entirely diminished my soul within her palm.

The big door of the room we stood ahead of opened and a lady stepped out. I could swear she was the most beautiful lady I had ever seen in my entire life. Clad in simple night gown and holding a baby, there she stood with a confused expression on her face, "I thought you had gone to get your boy for me but here you are eating away at his brain! You're destroying the poor boy!" She said and I could melt the way her velvety voice flowed to my ears. It was as if birds were singing when she was talking and petals were flying around where she stood, “You’re Aiden, aren’t you?” She said pointing at me and I slowly nodded at her. Grandma slapped me and lowered her head towards the lady who was clearly the eldest princess, “Speak you dumb donkey!” She hissed at me pulling at my shirt and I felt my head bowing to the princess as well.

“Stop tormenting the poor boy Ayla, you can leave him in my care I can explain him everything and besides I got my maid as well. We’ll manage, we’ll be fine. Don’t worry!” She said motioning me to come inside her room and Grandma held my hand stopping me from moving, “But my lady, he barely knows anything, he has no prior knowledge and you said yourself that you’d find him a suitable job for my sake. But this job…” Grandma said in her pitiful voice and I couldn’t help but stare at the princess’s beautiful doe eyes. Even though I had doe eyes as well, mine were nothing compared to her big, beautiful ones, “Are you going to go over everything again Ayla? I told you before he’s perfect for this and is this not a worthy job for him? Looking after my babies?”

“No my lady, that’s not my concern! I’m afraid he’ll cause trouble the way he’s incompetent and all!” Grandma said rubbing her hands, I swear she could snap my neck the way she was aggressively rubbing her hands, “Ayla, don’t worry, we’ll be fine! This is the perfect job for your perfect boy and besides I want to know more of this mystery handsome boy.” She smiled warmly at me and I felt the tears pricking my eyes. She was an angel. She held that motherly love for me the way she did for her babies.

“Call me Anna, Aiden. Come on in!”

“Okay, Miss Anna.” I said shook at the way I sounded like a crispy dried Pollack you could just rip apart easily, Grandma hissed pinching me in the side, “We don’t call my lady with her name- Jesus what am I going to do with you boy!?”

Princess Anna shook her head at me motioning me to take the baby from her arms, “Now, now, Ayla, I decide how someone calls me. Off you go, bring me juice. Bring us juice. We’ll be busy for some time now.” Princess Anna said while I was handed the baby. I felt like I had transitioned to the ninth cloud. The baby was about seven months probably, too sleepy for opening eyes and smelled of baby powder and lilies and whatnot. I couldn’t wrap my head around the cuteness the baby possessed. The cheeks were as soft as cotton candy, the nose was small and like a button, the lips were cherry pink and the baby itself was wrapped in a burrito blanket like a spring roll. An instant smile crossed my face and I swayed the baby slightly making sure he was dozing off. The baby was a boy judging from the blue color shirt.