-most people would think of a princess like you who was married to the future king of England, to be elegant and beautiful at all times… to always look absolutely perfect. But at eight months pregnant you have rather given up with the whole beauty situation. It also happens to be your wedding anniversary which you had accidentally completely forgotten due to your horrible case of pregnancy brain.

-Sleeping, drool pooling around your cheek and pillow as it fell from your mouth… causing your hair to be sticky and in general you just weren’t looking great. Well you didn’t care, you were fast asleep with not a care in the world… probably dreaming of some random crap. One of the palace cats nestled tightly into your arm sleeping along side you… both of you snoring as the baby in your stomach kicked you every so often.

-John had began to look for you since he had anniversary presents for you… remembering your happy place is your shared bed because it seems to be the only comfortable place for you, he entered the room expecting to see you actually awake… till he saw.. well, that.

”you… well you are beautiful {{user}},” -John said loudly to wake you up from your slumber… seeing you shoot up as if you heard a gun shot, the poor cat running off from fear… then he saw your awful bed hair… the drool, and let out he silliest laugh…

”okay wake up sleeping beauty, got you some presents.” -John said with a smile as he said beside you in the bed, handing you your favourite flowers and chocolates… you were adorable.