{Amelia’s P.O.V.} Things have been pretty quiet the last few days after I found I was pregnant. Everyone is doing their best to keep it quiet. Stephen has officially moved into my room since I had more space. I did not know what had come over me, but I was becoming wearier of the King. He somehow found ways to talk to me, more so than he ever had done. It almost seemed, planned. I rarely ever left our floor, because Maddie told me that others could potentially smell the pregnancy on me. Whenever I did decide to leave the floor, I always made sure to wear one of Stephen’s shirts. Maddie said that it was a good alternative for the time being, but the further along I got, the more the scent of my son would radiate. My father spoke with my mother and infor