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Wilhelm just got out of the shower when he hears cooing noises from the living room. Curious, he went to inspect it. There he sees his boyfriend, Simon, making the cooing noises to his phone. There was a faint laugh of an infant coming through the phone. Wilhelm walks behind Simon to peek on his phone screen. He sees a baby with equally curly hair as Simon laying down on the other side. The baby makes grabby hands as if wanting to be picked up by Simon. His boyfriend returns the gesture with grabby hands as well seeing how he too wants to pick up the baby. Wilhelm’s heart melted at the sight of Simon interacting with the baby. He can’t help but smile as wide as Simon as he continues on watching them both.

“Whose baby is that,” Wilhelm suddenly asked.

“Jesus Christ, Wille” Simon was startled, “You can’t just sneak around . . .” He then eyes Wilhelm from top to bottom. Gaze lingering longer on the towel that was hanging on his hips “like that...” he finishes his sentence with a smirk and eyeroll.

“Sorry about that,” Wilhelm chuckles.

“He is my cousin’s baby,” Simon replied to Wilhelm’s question, “His name is Frans. Come say hi to Frans” he cooed again.

Wilhelm leans behind Simon, waving a little at the camera, “Hello, Frans” Wilhelm greeted in a higher but tender voice.

Frans was absolutely loving the new attention he was getting from Wilhelm. The baby’s face scrunches in delight and laughs even more when Simon joins in again. The two continued to entertain the baby back and forth. They both jolted when they heard a woman’s voice suddenly speak from the phone. The camera then panned away from the baby. The camera was moving around as they listened to the voice. She probably was the cousin, Wilhelm thought.

“Oh,” Wilhelm muttered in a rather disappointing voice. Simon, who didn’t miss that tiny mutter, laughed hysterically at his boyfriend’s reaction. This somehow caught the lady’s attention.

“Simon? What’s the matter?” the lady said. She turned on the front camera so they could see her.

“Anita, why’d you come back so soon. Wille misses Frans already” Simon said in between laughs. He moved the phone slightly so he could show Wilhelm’s face fully. Anita was at awe to see Wilhelm. They weren’t properly introduced by Simon yet, but he knew that they were already aware who he was, not only was he the next future King of Sweden, but also the guy in that infamous video 5 years ago, and of course what he was most proud of, the first openly queer royal and proud boyfriend of Simon Eriksson.

“You should stop ogling at my boyfriend, Anita. I know he is damn gorgeous” Simon proudly proclaimed. Wilhelm couldn't help but blush at Simon's statement.

"I know, I know. You told me that a bunch of times" Anita playfully rolled her eyes at that, "Oh, before I could forget. Your Highness, I do hope you could come to our small dinner party on Saturday. It will be just my family and Simon's. Just a small gathering in celebration for Frans turning 8 months old" she added.

"Oh! It's an honor. Thank you. I'll definitely be there" Wilhelm replied. Smiling.

"No need to be so excited in seeing Frans, love" Simon teased.

"Oh shut up" Wilhelm rolled his eyes and grinned. He stood up, decided to finally get dressed for the day. He planted a soft kiss on top of Simon's head as he trudged down to their bedroom.

By the time Wilhelm was dressed, Simon was already saying goodbye to Anita on the phone “Bye Simon! See you soon. Say bye to Tio Simon, Frans"

“Bye Anita! See you soon too,” Simon replied, he then said goodbye to Frans, “Bye bye Frans. I love you~ Yes I love you~”. Wilhelm hears a gurgle babbling reply and then it was silence.

He sat beside Simon and draped his arms around him. Simon sank a bit on his seat so he could rest his head on Wilhelm's shoulder. They stayed there in comfortable silence, basking the sunshine that seeps through their apartment window. It was a nice Saturday morning. Both are free from university and royal responsibilities.

“I didn’t know you’re fond of babies,” Simon said as he snake his arms around Wilhelm's torso.

“Hmm not really. I only held one baby once and I got terrified because it squirmed in my arms and cried,” Wilhelm made a displeased face as he recalled that moment.

“But you seemed happy to see Frans earlier. Seems like you want to hold him even” Simon said teasingly.

“Not gonna lie, the baby was adorable. Love that he has a mop of black curly hair like you” Wilhelm said truthfully. “Plus, you interacting with him made me feel things” another truth. A soft expression slowly lingers on Wilhelm as he recalls Simon and Frans’ interaction earlier

Simon laughs at Wilhelm’s honesty. “Wille, I love you, but I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of chapter yet. I just got you back and I am not willing to share you yet” he then snakes his other arms around Wilhelm and gives him a hug.

And it was true. So much has happened in the last 5 years. They weren’t able to see each other in the eyes for a year after the video unknowingly released. But as the next Christmas roll that same year, outside the church like the year before where their hearts were broken, for the first time they bask in each other's longingly gaze. Basking in each other's presence that they missed so much, and suddenly they were in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings and promises that this time will be kept. Their new year starts with them getting to know each other again. Then the next, they were officially together again. And the next year they were in front of Her Majesty, The Queen, asking for her blessing, and surprisingly it was given to them. Although addressing the previous issues wasn’t fun at all. Now, they venture into university and live in a privately owned apartment in Stockholm. It was like they were speed running the moments that were unwillingly taken from them. So much has happened and now they want to take it slow this time.

“Me too, love” Wilhelm said, “Also, I value my sleep more now that I have to juggle university and royal duties” he added, “Definitely no kids for now” Wilhelm ended it with a hearty laugh.

♛

Saturday finally rolled into much of Wilhelm’s excitement. He was kinda excited for the dinner party at Anita’s. It wasn’t everyday he could meet Simon’s other relatives since most of them are from Venezuela.

On their drive to Anita’s, Simon shared stories about how he and Anita used to be close as kids, how they somehow drifted apart after she moved away to Stockholm, and how she extended her support during one of Simon’s most difficult times. Wilhelm gently squeezes Simon’s hand at the last statement, a silent assurance that from now on only good things will come.

They arrive at Anita’s home at around 5 pm. Before they could even ring the doorbell, Anita swung the door open. She squealed as he saw Simon and gave him a bone crushing hug.

“Simon! Te extraño mucho, Simon” Anita endearingly said.

“I miss you too, Nits” Simon replied in the same tone. After a while, they pull apart from each other. Anita then turned her attention to the person beside Simon.

“Your Highness, a pleasure to finally meet you” Anita said as smiley and slightly bowed at him.

“Hello, Anita. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. And please, you can call me Wilhelm” Wilhelm said as he extended his hand for a hand shake, in which she happily shook. Anita ushered them inside her home.

“Mama! Tia Linda ! They’re here !” Anita yelled from the hallway. They were greeted first by Anita’s mother, Margarette. Margarette was Linda’s older sister. She was as welcoming as Linda the first time Wilhelm met her. She gushed how handsome he was. Wilhelm couldn't help but blush. Anita on the other side teased Simon on how he managed to fool the Prince to be with him. It was all playful banter.

Linda then came in to greet his son and his boyfriend.

“Simon, mi amor” Linda sighs as she lovingly hugs Simon. She then turned her attention to Wilhelm. Wilhelm met her half away, always ready to hug Linda. “Cariño . . .” She said and then patted his cheeks. Linda of course didn’t forget to greet her favorite bodyguards, Malin and Jacques.

They all moved to the dining area where the rest of the family were. There was Anita’s father, and her husband. Sara was also there with her boyfriend.

Dinner was an absolute delight. Everyone was having a casual time together. Did some catching up, and some customary embarrassing stories here and there.

“There was one time when we were on a family dinner outside and somehow it heavily rained. I don’t know about Simon, but he thought that using a mere stick to move the water from further flooding the floor would help” Anita playfully shared.

♛

After that wonderful dinner, they all moved to the living room for drinks. As they were settling down, they heard a tiny groan from somewhere. Anita had to excuse herself and went upstairs.

“Mi nieto must have woken up from his late nap” Margarette said as she handed down drinks for everybody.

“Mi nieto?” Wilhelm whispered to Simon.

“It means ‘ my grandson’, love”

A few moments later, Anita came back down to the living holding a very awake and happy baby.

“Frans!” Simon happily yelled.

Simon was the first one to approach them. His arms already stretched out, ready to engulf and spoil Frans’ with kisses. Frans burst into fits of giggles as soon he was in Simon’s arms. He showers the baby with raspberry kisses. Suddenly everyone then huddled up towards them. They adore Frans so much. Wilhelm and Anita can’t help but take photos of them with the baby.

When it was Wilhelm’s turn to hold the baby, at first, he was very cautious on how he was holding Frans. Occasionally darts between Anita and Simon for help. But Wilhelm has nothing to worry about because he was doing an absolute good job in holding the baby. Frans was bouncing and giggling every time Wilhelm spoke to him. Him and Simon were like in their own little family world, just huddled together on the couch with Frans sitting on Wilhelm’s lap while Simon entertained the baby.

“Frans looks more like your child than ours,” Anita commented while scrolling through her phone. That statement made them look up towards Anita.

“What do you mean by that?” Wilhelm said as he adjusted Frans on his lap. Suddenly all eyes were at them.

Unbothered, she shows them a photo, “Look, he got Simon’s curly black hair as well as his cute nose. But when he smiles and laughs, his expressions are all yours Wilhelm” Anita casually gushed. One by one, even Malin and Jacques, took a peek at the series of photos Anita has of them with Frans.

“The resemblance is uncanny” Sara commented as she zooms in and out of one the photos. Linda gasps when she sees the pictures up close. Eyes were shining as she scrolled back on then one by one. She shows them to Malin too. Malin, who was most of the time displaying a stoic expression, almost faltered when seeing the pictures. Malin knew that one day the Crown Prince will have his own family. But she never thought about it on a regular basis since it’s still very far from reality. But seeing the joy Wilhelm was emanating through the series of photos with his boyfriend Simon and the baby, it’s scary to think that it may probably happen anytime soon if they wanted to.

Everyone was still huddling over Anita over the photos, Simon took this opportunity to peek at Wilhelm. Although Wilhelm’s expression doesn’t say much, his blush didn’t lie. He could see his boyfriend gulping a few times, slightly opening his mouth to say something, but closing it immediately when no words would come out.

“Is it really?” Wilhelm finally said, sounded unsure but also sounded hopeful?

“Nah, I don’t think so. It just might be the angle of the photos” Simon commented, although he hasn’t seen the photo long enough to confirm such claims from his family.

Simon took Frans from Wilhelm’s. He inspected the baby’s face, “Your mommy says you look like mi príncipe,'' he playfully said to Frans. He rubs his face gently onto Frans’s tummy, which earns him a wide smile. Frans’ face scrunches up to a familiar expression. An expression Simon has seen a hundred times whenever they made that person laugh. Whenever he made Wilhelm laugh, “Oh my god, you do look like mi príncipe. . .” he whispered at the realization. He turns to Wilhelm and then back to Frans. He did it a couple of times.

“What?” Wilhelm finally said, pouted a bit.

“Uhmm . . .” he couldn’t say much because he was still astonished at the realization. Frans grumbled all of the sudden, probably because Simon wasn’t giving him the attention he wanted. The baby pouted, and Simon had to just put Frans and Wilhelm’s face side to side. “He does, apparently, look just like you,” Simon laughed.

“Oh my god! I told you guys”It was Anita.

“Hold on, I need to take a picture of this,” Sara said, snapping a couple of photos. Linda, and surprisingly Malin as well, pulled their phones up to snap a photo for themselves as well.

“Hey! You can’t just take a photo of them without the other parent” Simon playfully chimed in. Simon then posed for the photos with Wilhelm and Frans.

Soon enough, Frans was starting to rub his eyes and yawn. He snuggled at the crook of Simon’s neck.

“Do you want me to take him?” Anita offered.

“It’s alright, he might start crying if we move him now. I’ll settle him in a while when he is completely asleep. Where is his room?”

“It’s the second room to the right,” Anita replied. “I’ll be right there after I clean up here, ok?”

“Alright”

Simon and Wilhelm went upstairs to Frans’ room. Wilhelm opened the door for them and turned on the lights. As if it's his job, he immediately went straight to the crib and arranged the pillows around.

“Are you sure that’s how the pillows should be arranged?” Simon whispered. Simon chuckled lowly at Wilhelm as if he knew what he was doing. Suddenly Frans groaned in Simon’s arms. He gently rocked him in place and hummed a song to lull Frans back to sleep. Luckily, Frans seems to be back in dreamland.

“I don’t know, but it looks comfy though,” Wilhelm chuckled in a low voice. He then adjusted the lights, so it was dimly lit.

Wilhelm stood just there for a moment. Somehow in the dimly lit room with Simon just slowly swaying side to side as he hums a song to the baby, felt so serene. And then, he imagines it. He imagines having a family with Simon. He is still young though. They were still young. There is still more to explore for the both of them. Too many dreams and ambitions to work on, and responsibilities to uphold. Heck, he even doesn’t know if they would make it that far. He then vigorously shook his head. No, they will. They fought for it and were scrutinized even. Some doubted that they would break up in just a few months after announcing their relationship. But here they are, few years later, and still strong as ever.

“You okay, love?” Simon asks in a hushed tone. “Tired now?”

“A little bit,” he replied in an equally hushed tone. He stepped in front of them and wrapped his arms around Simon’s waist. He swayed along them. Simon moved a little so he could lean his head on Wilhelm’s shoulder.

“Did you have fun?” Simon asked, eyes closing.

“I did. Very much actually” Wilhelm said, pulling Simon closer to him.

“I love you” Simon suddenly said and looked up at him.

“I love you too” Wilhelm dipped his head so he could kiss Simon's lips.

“I love you so much”

There was something in this whole situation that made Simon say it. Might be the atmosphere around them. Or maybe it was the way Wilhelm is holding them, whose arms are comfortable around his waist and hands rubbing soothingly on his back. It made him think about Wilhelm being a father and how amazing he will be at it. How he already thought that Wilhelm might be the gentle dad of the two. But as much as he wants that for them, he knows that there’s still hurdles for them to conquer. Far harsher than before now that they were out. To be honest he is still scared. This wasn't a fairytale after all. The things he must learn and adapt while being with a prince is far from that. He sometimes cries out of frustration because of it. Too many rules to follow, even if some are absurd. Etiquettes to remember that probably doesn’t matter at times. And then he thought about Wilhelm. His responsibilities are nothing compared to Wilhelm’s. The things Wilhelm has to follow and the responsibilities he has to uphold for the unforeseeable future are far greater than just picking up the right spoon to eat at a state dinner. Even if it cripples him at times, he was willing to support Wilhelm at every step of the way because he was worth fighting for. And as he stares again at Wilhelm’s eyes, which shines even in the low light, and unsurprisingly he sees no point of the doubt after all.

“Knock knock,” Anita said, the door already wide open. “I’m sorry I took a while. Is Frans asleep now?” She approaches them and checks Frans in Simon’s arms.

“I think so,” Simon said as he gently tucked a stray hair off Frans. Anita guided Simon to the crib and helped him settle the baby down.

♛

There was a light drizzle going on outside the next morning. The temperature was slightly on the colder side. The perfect weather to cuddle more in bed on a Sunday morning. However, Wilhelm couldn’t cuddle further when he was woken up by his phone ringing. He groaned annoyingly as reaches for it at his bedside table. Simon grumbled in his arms as well by the sound of it. He checked his phone and saw that his mother was calling. He wanted to ignore it because it was still far too early for anything really, but if he wants his Sunday to go on smoothly without his mother rambling on how he ignored her calls, might as well answer now. But not without groaning first.

"ello?" He said sleepingly.

"Wilhelm! Why didn't you tell me!" His mother yelled. It made Wilhelm sit up. All that sleepiness was thrown out of the window. He has never heard his mother, The Queen, yell like that before. Like ever. She has been angry before, but never to the point of yelling like that.

"What?" Is all he could reply. Still in shock that his mother had yelled at him.

"Is this why Sara was sick all the time last year?!" His mother frantically continued. He made a face because he doesn’t understand what his mother meant by that.

"M-mom, can you calm down for a minute and tell-" he tried but his mother was not having it.

"Do not tell me to call down, Wilhelm!” He winced when she yelled at him again. She then heard her take a deep breath, “I know I wasn't the best mother you could have, you always kept secrets from me and it's fine but . . ." His mother's voice faltered a little bit before continuing "but you could have at least told me about your baby . . "

"Wha- . . w-what?" is all he could mutter. He heard her release a frustrated sigh

“Be here at the palace tomorrow at 10 am. You and Simon” And then the line went off.

He stared dumbfounded at his phone and noticed a bunch of notifications. He gulped a lump off of his throat and massaged his hurting chest. He doesn't have the courage to open it yet, so he wakes up Simon.

"Simon. Babe, you need to wake up. Now," he nudges Simon. Simon muttered a no then pulled up the blankets over him. "Simon, please. Mom just called" he nudges again.

The phone rang again, but it wasn't Wilhelm's phone. It was Simon's.

Simon finally gets up, but not without groaning loudly too. With his eyes still closed, he expertly grabbed his phone from the other bedside table and answered it without knowing who it was. "Yes?" He spoke. Suddenly, Simon sat up as well.

"Anita? Why are you crying?" Simon said, seemingly awake now too. Wilhelm tried to listen intently to Simon. "What? . . . What post?” Simon got off the bed and walked out from their bedroom.

Post? Wilhelm thought. He then remembers the notifications from his phone. Shakingly, he unlocks it. He saw tons of messages. Tons from Minou. He doesn’t even know what he has gotten into.

He tried to decipher his brief conversation with his mother earlier. Baby? And what about a baby? My baby? He was sure he did not accidentally impregnate a girl because he was with Simon almost 24/7.

And what about Sara? What about her being sick last year? He remembers it was an awful year for her, and so was for Linda and Simon. Sara wasn’t adjusting well to the new medication she was prescribed with. Simon had to go to Sara’s often to take care of her because there were times where she just wanted Simon specifically. She often has massive headaches, she won’t even eat anything at times, and vomits a lot. She was even in and out of the hospital, which made Simon break down because of worry. His mother knew what was going on, so why would she ask that?

He finally opens the messages and scrolls up to Minou’s messages. There were tons of links from different news sites and articles. His initial fear slowly dissipated after reading the headlines. He chuckles a little. And as he further reads on them, he then bursts out full laughing, almost falling off their bed.

“Wille . . .” Simon called out briefly and stood there by their bedroom door. His face blank.

“Simme . .” Wilhelm cheekingly smiled at him. Simon looked up slightly, a smile slowly creeps on his face too and they hysterically laugh together. What a weekend.

♛

HRH Prince Wilhelm and his partner, Simon Eriksson, unexpectedly welcome their child to the world.

Apparently, Anita had posted the pictures on Instagram of Simon and Wilhelm with Frans on it and captioned it “Familia 💜'' The pictures were candid. One photo that struck the most attention was the one where they were at Frans’ room. They were huddled together with their backs facing the camera. Anita took that one before announcing her presence that night.

Anita didn’t have many followers on Instagram. Only 89 of them. What made it blew was because Anita had tagged Simon’s Instagram, which was inactive for some time now by the way. Anita tried to do some damage control this morning by untagging Simon and privated the account, but there were already 100k new followers on it. She tried deleting the post but it had already been downloaded and screenshotted by so many people. Anita was then bombarded with tons of DM. One of them was from the official account of the Royal Family of Sweden.

The Palace has yet to release a statement. They couldn’t get a word from both Wilhelm and Simon since 5 am. Even though Wilhelm’s mom said that they should come by on Monday, that doesn’t mean the Palace would just sit idly. And so, they tried contacting Linda and Sara, however they refuse to say a word until they know Simon and Wilhelm’s plans and decision.

There was no plan to be honest. Simon has already called his mom and sister before the Palace did. He instructed them to not entertain questions since they’ll address them themselves. Linda could only shake her head in amusement because of this misunderstanding. Sara on the other hand was annoyed since she couldn’t get around today without the possibility of getting stopped by reporters and paparazzi.

Despite the chaos in the social media world, the couple were lounging in their living room and very much unbothered.

“So, what’s the plan?” Simon said as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Well, I was thinking of addressing this sooner. later this afternoon actually but . . . “ Wilhelm said with a playful hint.

“But?” Simon looked at him with an equal playfulness.

“Could you call Anita to come by today?”

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Outside the gates of Drottningholm Palace, they notice the reporters and photographers buzzing. Wilhelm couldn’t help but roll his eyes at them. He wasn’t expecting them to crowd the gates but wasn’t surprised at the same time.

As the car they were in halted to a soft stop as the gates were open for them, the paparazzi's took that as an opportunity to flash their camera at them. Although the car was heavily tinted, Wilhelm still felt the need to shield themselves from the pesky paparazzi. Frans obviously didn’t mind the people outside the car. He sits comfortably on the baby car seat wearing an adorable white bear onesie.

There was another 30 seconds of drive to the back entrance of the palace. There, a multitude of royal staff awaits them this time. They noticed that security was doubled, even though there were no unauthorized guests, reporters and paparazzi at this area. Or perhaps they were doubled because they were expecting an important additional individual. A very small and precious individual.

The car finally stopped. Malin opened the back-seat door for the couple. Wilhelm was the first one to come out of the car, then followed by Simon. Wilhelm could see from his peripherals the staff’s various reactions when Simon got out of the car carrying an obvious baby under a blanket. It was very comical to see.

When they ascended the stairs, at the palace entrance, Minou was there to welcome them, “Good day, Your Highness” Minou greeted Wilhelm. “And to you too, Simon" she bowed her head slightly toward him. She then eyes the obvious little baby that was slightly squirming under Simon.

Simon uncovered the blanket a little for Minou to take a peek at the baby. Big beady curious eyes stared at her. It took a lot of self-control to not just coo and pinch the cheeks of the Royal Highness’s child, “Hello, little prince” Minou greeted the baby. Simon lifts Fran’s little hands and waves it at her back. Frans was feeling shy, he smiled at Minou briefly then hid his face onto Simon’s chest.

Noticing that a few staff were slowly huddling over them, Simon covered the baby again with the blanket. 

Minou took notice of it as well. She then ushered the family inside. “I do hope that the drive all the way here was alright, especially for the little one” gesturing to Frans, “If there is anything you need just ring me up so we could arrange them for you Your Highnesses”

“Thank you Minou. We appreciate it,” Wilhelm smiled.

Inside the Palace was all the same except for that the chattering was more open and louder. Minou cleared her throat and they immediately quieted when they noticed Wilhelm and Simon.

From around the left corner in the vast hallway, the Queen made herself known. She didn't greet them immediately. She just stood there for a moment. Eyes darting to Wilhelm, then to Simon, and then to the obvious baby under Simon’s arms, then back to Wilhelm.

The silence that looms over them was tense. It took a whole lot for the couple to not scurry away or just burst out laughing because of this absurd scandal. Luckily, Frans’ sudden babbling took the attention from the uneasiness around them. He wiggled in Simon’s arms. Small arms flailing around in an attempt to remove the blanket atop him. When Simon finally removed the blanket, a collective gasp could be heard around them. Their reaction mirrored the reaction Simon’s family had last Saturday. Simon wasn’t sure why their reaction was like that. Perhaps because they actually brought a baby to the palace with them. Or perhaps that the said baby was a good mixture of the two. His button nose, and the obvious curly hair was all Simon. While his eyes and smiling expressions were all Wilhelm’s. 

Frans was looking around with big beady eyes. Smiling and babbling around. At one point babbled the word ' papa'. He made grabby hands to everything he saw. He was moving constantly, and a few strands of his curly hair fell in front of his face. Wilhelm tucked them out of the baby’s face. An unconscious habit he does with Simon’s hair. Frans giggles at his touches. He can’t help but mirror that smile the baby had.

“Ticklish are you, love” Simon said to Frans as he adjusted him in his arms.

Those small gestures had apparently convinced the onlookers more that they really just had a baby and kept it from the Queen.

“How old is the baby?” Kristina asked straight to the point.

Simon looks at the Queen briefly. Somehow her demeanor was low-spirited. It made Simon lowered his gaze at Frans. Frans then looked up and Simon smiled at him before answering the Queen’s question, “He’s 8 months old, Your Majesty”

“8 months?” Kristina said in disbelief, eyebrows furrowing together, “Why did it take too long for you two to say anything?”

Wilhelm gulped a lump on his throat. The attention was back to them again. Wilhelm looked at his mother, noting her mixed expression. For a second there, Wilhelm felt like backing out and just straight up telling them the truth. But the other side of him felt playful, mischievous even. The consequences he’ll have to face from his mother might be harrowing but he doesn’t care. He had been a good son after all these years. If he said so himself.

He took his official role as Prince of Sweden seriously. Like seriously well after he got back with Simon. He followed his trade to every detail that was inclined for him as Prince. The job itself was tiring but somehow, he managed to do it with ease and high praises. Even his mother, The Queen, was impressed with his output and accomplishments. It may have to do with Simon being Wilhelm’s pillar. But the Queen will never admit that Simon might have been a good influence to Wilhelm after all.

Wilhelm was about to spew more lies to his mother’s previous questions, when suddenly Frans squirmed in Simon's arms. The baby’s face scrunches in discomfort.

“You alright, hon?” Wilhelms consoles the baby.

"I think he needs a nappy change," Simon frowned.

Not wasting this opportunity to excuse themselves from the heavy atmosphere, Wilhelm excused them, "If you'll excuse us for a moment, Mother. We’ll attend to the baby’s needs first," He put one arm around Simon and led them towards the west wing where his previous room was. Malin was tailing behind them. His mother said something else, but brushed it aside and hastened their steps towards their destination.

When they were out of ear shot, they let out a giggle.

“Did we really just act that out?” Simon said in between giggles. “I swear she’ll kill us after this. My head will definitely be on guillotine”

“Oh, come on now. You know we don’t have a guillotine in here,” Wilhelm said.

“Wow, babe. I don’t know whether I should be happy about that fact” Simon deadpan.

“I’m sure my punishment will be harsher than yours” Wilhelm assured. But Simon only made a face.

“But the fact that I’ll still get punished as well doesn't help,” he pouted at Wilhelm. “Your daddy is so mean to me, sweetheart” Simon whines to Frans. He brought the baby closer to him and snuggled him.

Turning to the left, a few meters from where they are standing, they see Jacques guarding Wilhelm’s room. When Jacques spotted them, he moved out from the front door he was guarding.

“Did anybody see them entering here?” Wilhelm said to Jacques.

“No, Your Highness. Everything went smoothly as you planned” Jacques nodded. He then opened the door for them.

Inside, was Anita and her husband, Elfred, seated at the couch near a large window overlooking a garden. The couple stood up from where they were seated when they heard the door open and to the sound of their baby whining.

“I think he needs a nappy change,” Simon said as he tried to calm the distressed baby. He then carefully handed Frans’ back to Anita.

“Did he give you guys a hard time downstairs?” Anita said while checking the baby if he indeed needs a nappy change. Unsurprisingly he does. “How was he when he met the Queen? I hope it was alright” Anita continued as she laid the baby down in the bed for a change.

“It was alright actually. Everyone obviously adored him. He was all smiles and giggles” Wilhelm said while fondly watching Anita and Elfred tend to their baby, “My mom asked a few questions, but I wasn’t sure how to answer them. Good thing Frans saved us” Wilhelm laughs.

“I’m really sorry for all of this Wilhelm, Simme . . I swear I really didn’t mean for all this to happen,” Anita sounded like she was about to cry.

“Don’t cry, Nits. Like we said yesterday, everything is absolutely fine with us,” Simon comforted and hugged her.

Anita sniffled and muttered a low ‘thank you’ to him. “Are you bringing Frans back downstairs?” she said as pulled away from Simon.

“Not for now. But after we clear things up with the family, we’ll call for you to join and properly introduce you” Wilhelm explained.

“We’re really going to meet the Queen herself?” It was Elfred.

“Unfortunately, yes. But I assure you that you guys aren’t in trouble. Not at all.” Wilhelm assured them, “To be honest, I’ll be most in trouble for pulling these stunts” he let out a laugh.

“Don’t forget about me,” Simon deadpan.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, babe,” Wilhelm kissed Simon’s temple, “Trust me,”

A sudden knock was heard on their door. They turned their heads towards it with wide eyes like a deer in the headlights.

“Sir, Her Majesty has asked for your presence at once,” Jacques said urgently. They could hear another voice outside the door. Probably Her Majesty’s associate. They heard him wrangling them to not enter the bed chamber of the Crown Prince and to not raise their voices; even though he is raising his voice himself, or else they’ll disturbed His Royal Highness’ child. Adding also that they wouldn’t like to see Simon’s wrath if so.

They all stifled a laugh. Wilhelm asked both Malin and Jacques to play along if needed, and Jacques absolutely delivered it.

“You should give him a raise,” Elfred said, trying to hold his laughter. 

Without a word, Simon walks towards the door. He opens it but enough for only his half body to peek out. 

“I’m sorry for the delay Ma’am, but we do need a couple more minutes. Our son is being fussy right now” Simon said rather sweetly.

Taken aback with the sudden appearance of Simon, the lady outside steps back a little, “O-oh, o-of course Sir. My apologies for the intrusion. Her Majesty and the Prince Consort will be at the drawing room,” the lady said nervously. Her nervousness may perhaps be due to what Jacques told her earlier. She then hesitantly walked away. Jacques and Simon's eyes followed the lady and after rounding the corner, Simon turned to Jacques and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“We didn’t know you’d play along that well, Jacques,” Simon said happily.

“I was just doing what His Royal Highness requested,” Jacques told him stoically, but it was obvious that he had fun.

“We’ll be out in a minute. Thank you, Jacques” Simon closed the door and walked back towards them. Wilhelm could only shake his head in amusement.

“I guess, we should head down now. Ready, babe?” Simon extended his hand over to Wilhelm. 

“And you say I was the ‘rebellious one’,” Wilhelm said as he took Simon’s hand.

Anita came by their apartment just before lunch time. She was a crying mess when she got there with his husband, Elfred, and of course, Frans who was inside a baby carrier. Even though they had assured Anita that everything was fine, and that they were not angry with her for posting the pictures, it still took a while for her to calm down.

They were indeed fine with it. This situation was much tamer than the previous issues Wilhelm and Simon faced.

Wilhelm could have just called again earlier and straight up told her mother that it was just all a misunderstanding. That their alleged child was not theirs but was actually Simon’s cousin’s baby. They would then be summoned to the Palace and memorize a scripted deliverance to the people of Sweden that would be aired the next day.

But no.

Wilhelm decided during breakfast that that would be mundane. Such a ridiculous idea made Simon question if he was still his sweet and shy boyfriend.

“Since when did you become such a playful rebellious?” Simon said, flailing his hand up and down Wilhelm. In which Wilhelm just shrugged nonchalantly.

When it comes to issues like this, not that they had been into one after the leaked tape, Simon knew that any possible scandal should be addressed straight away. No other funny business. He swore that it was printed on one of the many royal documents he was given a few years back.

But somehow Wilhelm manages to charm him that they should ‘put on a show’ before they clear this thing up. Hence, calling up Anita and her husband if they could bring them to the palace on Monday.

The plan was nothing too extravagant. Wilhelm just wanted to make a simple appearance where he and Simon would be seen carrying the baby inside the palace. And then have the baby whisked off back to his actual parents, and then break the news that this was all just a misunderstanding.

Step one and two exceeded Wilhelm’s expectations. It was like Frans knew what they were up to since he too was all over showing his adorable quirkiness. And since the baby was already fond of him, him acting like he was the actual parent was a breeze. Simon also outdid himself out there. Although Simon showing love and affection towards him, and Frans was not out of the ordinary.

♛

They purposefully walked steadily down the hallways towards the drawing room. Wilhelm goes through his mental notes. He mutters them softly, even nodding triumphantly as if he just won an argument. 

“What do you think your mother will do to us when she finds out?” Simon questions.

“To be honest, I really don’t know. But I am taking all possible scenarios into consideration.” 

Simon rolled his eyes in amusement. “Like?” 

“I don’t know. There is a high chance we will have to give a deliverance for the misunderstanding. She will then triple our royal duties, including more public appearances and charities with you perhaps” 

Simon groaned at that. It's not a heavy punishment actually, but he was never fond of public appearances. They both do actually.

“I guess that’s fair,” Simon pouted.

They weren’t practically nervous for the last part. There was nothing to be nervous about in the first place since this was just a misunderstanding, but they somehow were stalling to enter the drawing room. Knowing that the sooner this will be over the sooner they will get back to their apartment and snuggle. Simon is low on Wilhelm's snuggle. He knocked at the giant door, even though they might not hear it inside, at least he had the courtesy to do so. It was part of his etiquette class a few years back.

Wilhelm opened the door for them. In the drawing room were Wilhelm’s parents only. Wilhelm expected to have more people inside. 

“Hello, Mother,” Wilhelm greeted, "Father,” he said in the same manner. Taking their seats at the other couch across from them. “Sorry to keep you waiting” he smiles at them

“Hello Wilhelm, Simon,” Ludvig said, returning the smile. 

When they looked at Kristina, she was staring at them intently. Like earlier, she did not return any of their greetings. Kristina's stare made Simon squirm slightly from his seat. Instinctively, Wilhelm reaches for Simon's hand and gives it a light squeeze. 

Wilhelm cleared his throat and was about to start talking “So . . “ but he wasn’t able to start his sentence when his mother put up hand to stop him from talking. Kristina shook her head, “I know that you are unruly at times, Wilhelm. But to be honest, this has gone too far.” she said coldly. “And you, Simon . . .” She looks at him, “I thought you knew better to condone his friskiness”

Wilhelm closes his mouth as both him and Simon's shoulders sink in somewhat defeat. He should have known that his mother already knew about the true identity of the baby. Of course, the Queen is always one step ahead of him. So much for his script “I’m sorry, mom,” was the only thing Wilhelm could say as his mother had called them out of their stunt earlier.

“And where is the baby?” His mother said. She looks at the door behind them, probably waiting to see if the baby will come in after them.

“The baby is upstairs and resting,” Wilhelm answered dejectedly.

“And the room he is in?” she said. Wilhelm’s brows furrowed at the question.

“Uhm, he is in my old r-room,” cursing himself for stumbling on his last word.

His mother huffed. Wilhelm was dumbstruck because the Queen never huffs. Did they break the Queen over this issue? What is her issue now with the baby being in his room ? Just because she now knows that it’s not their child doesn’t mean that she has to be selfish about letting them use it for a few hours. This palace isn’t even theirs for her to be that inconsiderate. Wilhelm looks at Simon with knitted brows. Simon, who had the same reaction as him, looked back slightly and annoyingly shrugged.

“What’s wrong with him in my room?” Wilhelm said in slight annoyance.

“You really weren’t listening earlier, huh?” she said as she tugs on her blazer, “As we told you at the entrance hall, we have a nursery for the baby prepared. But you two,” Kristina looked at Wilhelm and Simon,“ . . didn’t seem to listen. How long have you been parents? 8 months, is it? And I thought you two were doing alright since none of you decided to tell us about him. That room of yours has not been occupied for years. Do you know how dusty it must have been in there. The child could get sick” his mother exasperated.

Wilhelm and Simon’s mouth dropped. Did they hear that right? Did he just hear the Queen, his mother, address them as parents? Are they still in the game?

Kristina continues and looks at Simon, “Who’s with the baby right now ?” 

“H-he is with my cousin, Anita. Anita is the mother of the baby, Your Highness” Simon said. Emphasizing the word ‘mother’ in an attempt to correct what the Queen had just said. Since Simon has now said it, Wilhelm was sure that they are done now.

“Oh . . .” Kristina said somewhat in realization. “So that’s why we couldn’t find anything about Sara . . .”

“P-pardon?” Simon said in disbelief. He forgot the Palace could do that. He was to some degree irked about that privilege. But he was also amused because even though they have the power to do so, they still manage to gather the wrong data. They were so adamant that it was Sara that they didn’t consider looking through the person posting the pictures. 

“Mom,” Wilhelm groaned, having the same thought as Simon. 

“What? I had to do some digging since none of you wanted to ever tell us” Kristina then grabs the folder that was in front of them this whole time and opens it, “I thought it was weird that none of this information ever indicates that Sara was pregnant,” Kristina turns to Simon “And you said that your cousin was mothering your child. So, I guess it's not any more necessary for us to probe about her since she is here with us right now. She could just tell us details later,” Kristina then closed the file and placed it back on the table. “But what were you two thinking though? You two are still 22, halfway still in your university, and I know your schedules are loaded. And you two still had the time to have a baby and not tell me?” 

Wilhelm gasps while Simon chokes from his own spit upon hearing that revelation from Kristina. They still hadn't recovered from earlier when Ludvig decided to speak.

“I must say that the child is so much like you two” Ludvig gushes. Unbothered by his wife's anguish over their son’s secret love child with his partner. He pulls out his phone then shows them the photo of Frans. Kristina took the phone from his husband and intently stared at the photo. She already saw the pictures but every time she saw them again; a soft expression would slowly emerge from her face. 

“But it does not excuse them from not telling us, dear” Kristina wails to Ludvig. She then hands him his phone back.  Ludvig checks the photo again before pocketing his phone.

“So, when were you two on planning on telling us about him?” Ludvig said. It was a surprise how calm and just generally happy Ludvig is about all this. Simon can tell how much he already adores his not grandson. Simon felt bad for Wilhelm’s dad. The poor man will surely be devastated to hear the shocking news. 

Simon sighed for the nth time today. This last part was not going to plan at all. They were caught off guard by the Queen’s starting statement that they weren’t able to bounce back after realizing that she still hadn't caught on about their little stunt earlier. 

They had something prepared for this but after Kristina scolded them, it was out of the picture. And as much as he wants to hear more of what Kristina has to spew, looking at Ludvig excited for the little one broke something within Simon. So, he patted for Wilhelm to gain his attention. When he got his attention, he muttered “I think it’s time, Wille” 

Wilhelm sighed, “Fine. I’ll call them to come join us” Wilhelm then stood up from his seat to make a phone call. 

“Is the baby coming down now?” Kristina asked, her voice somewhat excited.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Simon answered briefly. 

“Oh good!” Ludvig clapped. 

“But . . .” Simon continued. It was the royal couple’s turn to be confused. “To be honest with you, Your Majesty, this was never a secret to begin with” He then turns around to see Wilhelm getting off the phone and walking back towards them. 

“They’ll be here in just a few,” Wilhelm announced quietly. Simon nods at him. 

“Simon? What do you mean by that?” Ludvig called out with a frown.

“Did I miss anything?” Wilhelm inquired.

“Nothing much, “ Simon chokes back, “I was just telling them that this was never a secret to begin with, babe”

“Oh,” Wilhelm was then quiet for a moment.

“Wilhelm?” Ludvig tries for an answer from Wilhelm.

“Dad, I-, I mean we-” Wilhelm tried but was interrupted by a knock on the door. He can’t help but groan loudly because he keeps on getting interrupted. Can I just start explaining without being interrupted for once. 

His annoyance dissipated once he saw Elfred and Anita come in with a happy Frans in her hands. When Frans spotted Simon and Wilhelm, he squealed and squirmed in delight. His reaction was like he hadn’t seen the two in years.

“Frans!” Simon can’t help but squeal as well. Him and Wilhelm then stood up from the couch to greet the family. 

One they were at arm's reach from the couple, Simon whispered, “So apparently they were convinced that Sara was the surrogate, and when I mentioned that you were in fact the mother, the Queen assumes now that you were our surrogate”

“Oh my god,” Anita and Elfred gaped.

“It’s been a disaster, but hey at least it will be over soon,” Wilhelm laughs a little. “Oh, can I?” he asks Anita if he could hold Frans.

“Of course,” Anita happily hands Frans to him. 

“Hello there, sunshine” Wilhelm said rather loudly so his parents could hear it. He can’t help but be little shit for the last time. Simon just smirks and shakes his head. Of course, his boyfriend will have a culmination to all this.

They all walked to where the Queen and Prince Consort were.

“You must be Anita,” Kristina said rather sweetly. “And you are?” she gestures to Elfred

“Elfred, Your Highness. I am Anita’s husband.” Elfred smiled. Kristina acknowledges him with a nod.

“Good day, Your Highnesses” Anita greeted.

“Please take a seat,” Ludvig said, gesturing to the couch.

“So how are you both? I am sorry for the room Wilhelm gave you. If only he’d listened earlier,” She eyes Wilhelm, “. . a less dusty room would have been provided for you two and the little one” she looks at Frans in Wilhelms arms. “What is his name again?” Kristina asks Wilhelm.

“Frans Liam Ahlgren, born on January 21st. 7 pounds 13 ounces,” Elfred answered proudly. It made Kristina and Ludvig caught off guard. They look back and forth at Elfred and Wilhelm, wondering what's going on.

Wilhelm clears his throat; he then sees his mother opening her mouth to talk. This time it was his turn to put his hand to stop his mother from speaking. He will not be interrupted again.

“Mother, Father, Frans here . .” Wilhelm said as he adjusted Frans on his lap to face them. Frans gave them a big smile, showcasing his baby teeth, “ . . . is Anita and Elfred’s child. It’s their child, not ours.” 

“Long story short, Anita didn’t mean anything about the Instagram post. Didn’t mean for the post to go viral either.” Simon hurriedly added.

Kristina and Ludvig’s mouth dropped. They were like fishes out of water the way their mouths open and close. Everything went quiet. No one dared to speak. Even Frans has gone quiet. But Frans never liked it when people get quiet all of the sudden around him. His face scrunches. Sensing that he is about to cry, Anita holds her arms towards Frans and Wilhelm gently passes him back to Anita. 

Anita and Frans had a moment together. She was playing a little with Frans so he wouldn't cry. Elfred had to join on the fun as well. They rest watched in awe as the little family had their moment.

Understanding the whole situation, she released a heavy sigh. And without a word, she stood up from her seat and approached Wilhelm. 

Something about his mother's stride made him curl in his seat. And just like that he was smacked in the arms by the Queen.

"Ow!" he cried out. Although it wasn't that bad, he just had to be dramatic. 

"You-” she pointed at him “I can't believe you would deceive us like that" 

“No, we didn’t,” Wilhelm retorted in a light-hearted manner, “You were the ones who believed tabloids”

“You could have told us sooner, Wilhelm,” Kristina fired back.

“Well, where is the fun in it?” he smirks.

Kristina didn’t further argue with his son as he felt a headache coming in. She strides back to where she previously sat and slumps right on the couch. Ludvig was oddly quiet. Brows knitted together in sorrow.

It worried Simon, so he had to ask, “Are you alright, Sir?” 

“Hmm?” Ludvig looked up, “Oh, I am alright, Simon. Thank you . .” he smiled sadly, “It’s just that . . . I had him as my wallpaper already” he confessed, he pulled out his phone again and showed them his lock screen.

“We’re sorry about this, Sir,” Simon apologizes.

“Would you like to hold him, Your Highness?” Anita offered. 

“Could I?” Ludvig’s face lit up. Anita nodded happily and stood up to hand over Frans to him.

They all watched Ludvig nervous and excited at the same time. 

“Hello little one,” Ludvig said quietly as soon as the baby was in his arms. Frans stared for a moment before he threw his signature smile. Frans babbles at Ludvig, and Ludvig replies as if he understood it. Then Frans’ little hands grab his tie. He played with it for a while before putting it in his mouth. As soon as Frans put it in his mouth, Anita had to pry his hand off to not do that.

“No no no,” She tries to remove the tie from his son’s death grip. But Frans whines.

“It’s alright, Anita. It’s just a tie.” Ludvig smiles.

“Is he hungry?” Kristina suddenly asked. She was quietly observing Ludvig and baby’s interaction until she noticed how Frans latched on the tie.

“No, Your Highness. It’s just he is teething right now,” Anita supplied. 

Kristina reached out hand to caress the baby’s cheeks. Frans stopped playing this tie and is now reaching for the Queen’s fingers. Deciding he had enough of the tie, he pulls the Queen’s finger to his mouth. 

“Frans! No!” Anita scolded him again. Kristina pulled her finger off Frans’ tiny grasp.

“I’m sorry dear, but my hand might be dirty for you. Does he have a teether?” Kristina turns to ask Anita.

“Oh yes!” Elfred exclaimed. He rummages through the small bag they had. His hand was shaking as he passed the teether to the Queen.

“May I hold him?” Kristina asks both Anita and Elfred.

“Yes, of course, Your Highness,”

Ludvig gently passes Frans to his wife. She hands the teether to Frans who took it eagerly. He latched onto it like it was the best thing he had. Kristina ran her hand over the baby’s curly hair while she gently rocked him. Frans had one hand holding his teether and the other grabbing the Queen’s blazer. 

It amuses Wilhelm that his parents are hovering over this child which they thought at first was theirs. He expected to be yelled at this point, but here they are, watching the Queen of Sweden and the Prince Consort acting like they are actual grandparents.

♛

“We’d love for you to join us for lunch. It's the least we could do for the misunderstanding” Kristina extended.

“We’d love to, Your Highness. But we’re supposed to be the one apologizing,” Anita said.

They all start heading to the dining area, but Kristina stops Wilhelm and Simon for a moment, “I’ll let you two slide this one. So, this better not happen again, okay?” Kristina warned.

This time Wilhelm knew to not to test anymore of his mom's patience, “Yes, mom. Sorry about this,” Wilhelm said sincerely.

“We will address the rumors tomorrow. You two are to stay here and discuss with the PR team about the address,” 

“Okay,” Wilhelm answered.

Without another word, Kristina turns around and follows the others to the dining area.

In his peripherals he sees Simon smirking. He nudges him with his elbows to know why but Simon just smiles widely. 

“What?” Wilhelm asks.

Simon pulls out his phone and scrolls through it. He then shows him a photo. 

“How did you manage to take this one?” 

Simon managed to capture a photo of Kristina holding the baby while Ludvig hovered over them. The pictures weren’t the best because they were taken hurriedly.

“What would be the worst worst punishment Kristina will give us?” Simon wondered.

“I don’t know babe, but we really have to take Anita and Elfred to a vacation after this,” 

Unbeknownst to the Queen and the Prince Consort who are enjoying the meal while talking to them, the online world is going crazy with the Crown Prince and his partners’ new Instagram post. 

‘Being 'Grandparents' is such a good look for them’ their captions say.