Day 110
"Excuse me, ma'am" and Carolyn looks up to see Sylvie standing at the office door – her main office, where she was now working some of the time.
"Sylvie? Something wrong?" she asks.
"Ma'am. If I may ask for a moment of your time. And forgiveness for going against my charge."
"Oh crap. What happened? What is wrong with Clementine?"
"Ma'am. It is my duty to inform you that Princess Clementine is with a child."
"She is WHAT!" shouts Carolyn in shock, standing up fast, even with her own pregnant state.
Four-month pregnant, Queen Carolyn marches out of her office without waiting for an answer. Selene, hearing her shouting, races out of her office to follow. And she too is also pregnant, and also pushing three months. Her and Philip quietly got married with a minister coming in, after Carolyn arranged it.
Arriving at her sister's suite, she orders the guard to open the door. They blanch in shock and hesitate. Then Lord Philip steps forward and knocks, opening it just a few seconds later.
Carolyn pushes past, and finds the sitting area empty. "CLEM!" she shouts.
"WHAT?" Carolyn hears and heads to the patio. There she finds her sister in a baggy jersey, on the chair.
"Stand up" Carolyn orders.
"Screw you. You may be my queen and sister, but this is MY suite. My private space. And just barging in without invitation!"
"Stand the F up!" growls Carolyn, and Clementine bolts up, in fear. "Lift your jersey and shirt."
"No," mutters Clem back to her. Her arms wrap around her in protection.
"Oh Lord! You ARE pregnant! How could you! Clementine! You are just barely eighteen!" shouts Carolyn in shock and looks for a place to sit.
Philip, ever present, more now that both his wife and his boss are pregnant, rushes to guide her to a chair. Selene hovers from the doorway. "Whose is it?" she asks.
"I am not telling. It is mine. I have decided my fate."
"Clemmie," whines her sister Carolyn. "Please. I have the whole bloody country to deal with and now you are pushing me away. I thought we were sisters. Buddies. Close!"
"Yeah, but not since you married Max. No offense, I love him too. But you do is spend ALL of your free time with him. I never get to see you, except for dinners or formal settings. So sister, screw you. As to my Queen, I thank you for protecting us. To my sister, get the hell out of my suite!" and Clem storms off, back into her suite from the patio, and slams her bedroom door.
After a bit, Carolyn stands up and heads over to the bedroom door.
"Clemmie. Please, can I come in?" she asks with tears. "Please, sis?"
"As my sister. But not as my queen!" shouts Clementine from the other side.
Carolyn opens and enters. She closes the door on the others and joins Clementine on the bed. Then her little turns, grabbing onto Carolyn, and cries.
"There now. I am sorry for failing as your sister. I promise to try to rebalance myself. Just, all this shit. The covid. Max and his injuries. Then more after I accidently had him twist his back. My pregnancy. Dad and gran dying. All of that. I am sorry."
"No! I am sorry. I shouldn't have said that!" confessed Clementine.
"No Clemmie. You are right. We have barely been together."
"Yeah. Aren't we a pair" and Carolyn snorts and laughs.
"Yip. Royal. Pregnant and screwed."
"How can you be screwed?" asks Clementine as she sits up, wiping her face with her sleeve.
"Screwed, as in failing my job as your sister. Screwed, as in I am so bloody in love with my husband and his big tool," she said with a smirk and Clem rolled her eyes. "Screwed that I crave a honeymoon with him. Screwed at the desire to run away, and take a holiday from all this."
"Is Max really that big?" Clem asks and Carolyn blushed, realising what she just admitted. Not like they never shared in the past. They always gossip about men.
"Don't tell him. But his stick is so hot, that I just roll over orgasms like a roller coaster," and Clementine laughs. "So, who's the father?"
"He's gone," Clem admits after a pause, closing back up again. "I'd rather not speak about it."
"Clem. Please share with me. Besides, how the hell did you manage it with your ever present Gavin shadowing you. I thought he was glued to your butt!"
Clementine bursts out laughing, but Carolyn then notices something.
"Clem, where is Gavin?" and Clem's face dropped. "Oh God! It was him!"
"Just stop it. Okay. Please. My decision. Besides, mom knows we did it."
"She DOES! Holy frecken way! How the hell do you get that right?"
"I erm. I had a fight with her and won. Used the fact that Daddy knew I loved - liked him, and that he trusted Gavin. And besides, mom and dad did it when they were fourteen."
"They did! How was it I didn't know?"
"You didn't! Dad told me."
"No! Shit. Dad never told me this," exclaims Carolyn as she shifts to get more comfortable.
"Yeah well. Mom and Dad fell for each other. They were promised to each other. You know, arranged. And well, they were frecking like bunnies in the hay loft, forest, wherever they could find a private place."
"Holy!"
"Dad says mom fell pregnant too."
"No way! That is not me!"
Clementine nods. "Not you. She had a miscarriage. She was just turning fifteen. They got married in private to cover up. But she miscarried. Dad says they then put her on contraceptive, but that didn't stop them doing it," she smirks.
"Bugger me. Why wasn't I told this?" and Clementine shrugs at her sister.
"So, Gavin hey. You managed to ride that massive guy? Shoot, and I thought Max was big. Frack. How big was Gavin?"
"Umm. Big enough for me. Not that I can compare."
"Okay. Now you have to tell me. How it happened. Not the sex details, though," she looks at her sister in interest.
"You gonna share about Max?"
"Sure, he invited me to show me how we could make out, in his limited state. I stripped and helped him. Then he climbed between me. And well, all I can say is, it was the best experience ever."
"I was masturbating and being verbal about it, when Gavin walked in investigate, and saw me. Well, I ended up continuing, and he watched. Then I went to him, and he started screwing my brains out. Only he stopped and ran. So after a bit, I got dressed, intending to go to the gym, and tease him there. Like I always do. Just in the gym, I could not stop, and we ended up, umm, exercising together. Then he tells me it should never happen, and he doesn't want to marry me. Even after I had asked him too and he told me yes. Before, I begged him to make me his. Well, after the discussion slash fight with mom, I called him in and spoke. He told me he never wanted it to happen and has no feelings for me. So I told him to relocate and made Sylvie my primary. Wait! How the heck did you find out?"
But Carolyn does not answer.
"Sylvie. Should have known where her loyalties lie."
"She cares about you. Because I am her queen, she is required to report certain things to me. So, how far along are you?"
"Exact ninety-five days," Clementine informs her with a sigh.
"You should tell Gavin."
"No. Not a chance. He frecked up. I gave him my heart and body. He gave me glorious pleasure. But I thought he felt the same. I was wrong. So screw him. Better he stays away from me."
"Can I fire him?"
"No. I don't want what is personal between us to conflict with his job. He either retires or goes elsewhere, fine with me. But he stays away from me."
"Your decision. But from now on, you don't hide anything from me, okay?"
"Are you ordering as my sister or queen?" Clementine smirks.
"Both. Mostly your sister."
"Deal."
"Good. Now Ashley has been moaning at not seeing you lately."
"Duh! I am pregnant. And showing. And well, mom doesn't know I am pregnant. She thinks I was on the injection."
"But you were, are, whatever."
"Yeah, well I missed the last one before we left for South Africa."
"Clementine!" Carolyn whines in frustration.
"What! It was just for the pains. I never thought I was going to be pounded by a massive six foot six giant!"
"God, now I need Max" Carolyn groans and Clementine laughs. "Pregnancy is screwing my hormones over."
"Yip. Agree to that. I have a craving for vanilla milkshakes. And I hated vanilla."
"Try pickles" and Clem fakes vomits.