Blossoming Lily ||17||

NOTE FROM AUTHOR: I was thinking, about four more chapters for this thing ..DON"T WORRY THERE WILL BE A SEQUAL....possibly....anyway ONWARD!!!
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The weeks had flown by and soon the wedding was to occur. Lily has been spazing out with excitment. Randi, back to her normal self, has resumed her annoying pranks and tries at harming and or killing Melanie.


Lily and I were out for an evening meal at the Griglia Di Poco Romanoff
(Little Romanoff's Grill). We were enjoying our desse
rt when:

"Lucian, I think that well I want to pick my dress and bridesmaides tomarrow, but will we have colors and I'll need your help picking the place and-" She stopped breathless then continued. "And your mom's help for the decor and reception. Also have you picked your best men? Well you need to. Again you also need to pick out your tux. I was thinking the color scheme should be...white and green. And I want it to be outside."


I had stopped eating about halfway through this. Lily kept rambling on, I realized I hadn't even done anything yet. The wedding was only two weeks away and because I'm royalty it will be all over the news, we were lucky we didn't and haven't gotten bombarded with the paparazzi yet.


"OK? So lets start tomarrow." She said pulling me out of my thoughts.


"Oh mhm... Hey Lily done with that piece?" I said eyeing her pie.


"Umm no..you can have it." I gobbled it down and we left the resturant.



We headed out of the red walled resturant and through the archway that led to the parking lot. Immediatly there were flashes and questions everywhere.

One reporter asked, "Hows your relationship going?"

I replied, "Awsome!"

Another reporter inquired."Whens the wedding?"

"Soon." Lucian said.

We tried to huddle away from the annoying crowd. One cut us off a few yards away from the car and the rest of the crowd.

"You highnesses may i please ask a few questions?" The short stocky man asked with a slight italian accent.

"Sure, but hurry it up we have to get back." Lucian said hurridly.

"Ok, first. Have you begun plans for the wedding?"

I smiled, "Somewhat."

"Ok, two. When do you plan on taking the throne?"

Lu smirked, "As soon as possible."

"Ok ok last one-last one. Um do you plan on having kids?"

Still smirking Lucain smiled and pulled me close. "Maybe one or two." He turned around and opened my door to the convertable. I looked back as the man hurried off back into the resturant and while scribbling on his notepad.

The ride back was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Finally after at least twenty minutes of pure awkward silence, I finally began to work up the courage to ask about the children question.

"Hey, mmm, you know that question the reporter had? About the ,er, umm...ch-kids?" The words seemed odd coming out of my mouth and even more odd because i was talking about my possible children. I shuddred thinking that.

"Yea, why?"

"Well I just, wanted to know how you -er- feel about that...?"

"As long as they are our children, I'm fine."

I sighed in releif, I had thought that he wouldn't want a bundle of joy (pshhhh yea right kids cry all the time!). And that Lucian would somehow reject me.

"Ok, but I guess we need to talk about that, I don't really think eighteen is the best age for kids."

Lucain scoffed, "Eighteen forever."

"Still, and we need to take into consideration if I would be a good mother and how many and well...." I growled. I know this shou;dn't be frustrating but I'm making it a bigger deal than it should be and I'm just fine with that!

"Don't worry about that right now. " He pulled up to the huge driveway and the doorman greeted us before the castle doors.