You were a Queen and your king was James Phelps, your childhood friend, you loved eachother since you're both 14 years old and know eachother since you're both babies because your mother was friend with James' mother. You knew James' twin who was Oliver Phelps and he was working as your Butler.

You were pregnant and today you were gonna give birth, James forced everyone to be there for you, wanting to be there and reassure you that the birth is gonna be alright, that the baby is gonna be healthy.

So James was there but he got told that he could only see the baby for a minute before leaving, breaking his hurt but when a nurse told him that he was gonna see your baby in some hours or minutes. James didn't even got to know the gender he already had to leave, but not before pecking your forehead.

Right now you were in your royal room, sitting on the king size bed, waiting for your baby because the nurses and maid were cleaning them and doing everything.

When a maid come back with the baby, the baby was wrapped up in a blanket and you quickly get up from the bed and the maid gave you the baby.

"It's a girl..."

The maid said with a small grin as you looked at the newborn girl in your arms, snoozing and making little noises.

"The king is on his way, Highness."

The maid said before making a elegant bow and leaving the room, closing the door softly, making a clicking sound as you hold your little girl.