Angus
“Announcing the young Prince’s arrival!” Someone shouted from somewhere and whoever wasn’t looking yet, definitely was looking now. Floating down the stairs, her cheeks turned bright red with everyone looking at her. I waited for her at the bottom of the stairs, slipped my hand behind her back, escorted her to the chapel, while the guests followed. It was the same church I was married in a couple of months before. The guests entered from another door, while Emily and I were taken to the back to meet with the bishop. He explained the procedure to us, asking me if I would be holding my son during the ceremony. I hesitated for a second.
“Yes, I would like that very much. With his mother not being here, it will make it look more official.” I recovered, trying to hide my emotion.
“And
