The days leading up to the funeral were quiet. The heat of the July sun made it nearly impossible for Evee to do anything. The silence around Kensington Palace, where the couple decided to be around the family until it was actual time to go Saint George's Chapel in Windsor, was deafening. The news of Prince Philip's death seemed as unexpected as it was expected. The public knew it was bound to happen someday, but they at least expected a couple of warning signs.

Maybe a Winter cold, or a flue beforehand but it hadn't been like that at all. The sun stood high in the London sky as it was a warm and a perfect outside strolling week. There were many tourists running around in London, placing flowers near the fences of Buckingham Palace. The pregnant Duchess even noticed some laying at Kensington Palace. Somehow people knew how much The Duke of Edinburgh loved the place before moving to Buckingham.

The Queen had allowed the ceremony to be filmed but it wasn't a big state funeral at all. As Evee stood on the third row, right next to Harry, her hands crossed in front of her ever growing stomach, she tried to keep a straight face. It was difficult in her current situation. Her hormones had a mind of their own and when her green eyes turned towards the brown, shiny casket at the front, she could feel herself burning up.

The small woman, standing in the front row, next to her four children was as professional as she always was and it made Evee crumble even more. Would she have to do this for Harry one day? Keep a straight face because it was protocol? Couldn't she openly mourn the death of her late husband of more than 70 years?

The blonde shrugged quietly, hearing the choir of young men singing in the background. Her eyes glued themselves on the floor. Knowing that her face was now covered by her small, black fascinator, she shed a tear. She was quick to wipe it away with her right hand. Her husband had noticed her distress and managed to break protocol, he knew his grandfather would have cared less, just a little by scooping her hand into his. Feeling the warmth of Harry's handpalm, she uplifted her head and made eye contact, noticing his own red eyes.

Evee quickly gave him a small nudge, telling him quietly she was there for him with a sad smile.

The funeral was short, but beautiful. Apart from the cameras, Evee thought that Harry's grandfather really would have liked it. The aftermath, unfortunately wasn't so much because when all the fuss settled down, realization kicked in.

It was really hard for the blonde to imagine not having Harry's grandfather at the christening of their child. Strange that he wouldn't be at their birthday parties, joking around with her. He was always the one telling her not to worry too much about protocols, to just take it easy. He always took the edge off for her. Who would be doing that now?

Surely, she loved Charles, Harry's father and she loved joking around with William, but these men were different than Philip had ever been.

It was good, and necessary that Harry had no obligations the week after the funeral and they could spend some quality time together. It was one night, where they were watching some television at Frogmore house that Evee felt it. The odd sensation of something moving inside your body. A light, tickle sensation as if someone ran a fingertip lightly on her skin, but on the inside. The blonde sat up straight immediately, "Oh my god."

"What? What's wrong?" Harry immediately straightened, noticing his wife's hand placing itself on the middle-sized bump of her stomach.

"I think I just felt the baby." She replied in amazement, staring at one spot in front of her, trying to focus all her attention on her inner feelings.

"You did?!" It had been the first, genuine grin Evee had seen on her husband's face in two weeks.

"At least I think I did." She spoke a little confused, wasn't she supposed to feel a kick? The doctor said it would feel like a muscle spasm.

"It didn't kick?"

"No it was more of a tickling sensation. Maybe I just have gas." She answered confusingly.

She tried not to grin at Harry's sudden barking laughter. "... Are you actually trying to figure out right now if you have to fart or not?"

"No..." She mumbled quietly, trying to hide her flushing cheeks.

"You so are!" He laughed, throwing back his head and pointing at his wife.

"Well! This is all very confusing!" Evee threw up her hands. "There's something growing inside my body that hasn't been there before so I don't know how or what to feel."

"I think you'll know when it starts to kick, it's probably just gas. Hold yourself in just a little, would you?" The Duchess didn't answer, she just threw some popcorn right to his head and left the living room to pee. She couldn't help but smile and shake her head though, when Harry was laughing even harder in the background. "Going to the bathroom, are you?"

"Oh sush, you!" She shouted back from the hallway. "The baby's pushing on my blather!"

"Can't blame everything on the baby though!" He shouted back, laughing when he heard Evee speak underneath her voice. Somehow, he knew she wasn't saying nice things.

He didn't care in all honesty, this was right what he needed. Taking his mind off the loss of his grandfather and onto his child, nothing made him more happy than knowing that in less than five months, their family would consist of three instead of two.

As Evee made her way towards the bathroom, she tried not to burst out laughing as she muttered some curse words underneath her breath. It was one of her favourite things to do, making Harry laugh. Cellphone in hand, she quickly sat down on the toilet to pee. Her eyebrows nearly lifted themselves into her hair when the device actually lit up and she noticed a huge sized message on her screen.

That wasn't the most odd part though. She was used to messages from Anna or even Catherine but this number she hadn't seen in a while so she couldn't stop her heart from beating in her own throat.

I never apologized to you about how things ended between us. As my life seems to settle down, my only regret is the way I handled our situation. Countless times have I written this message to you, countless times I have deleted it, thinking you would never want to speak to me again anyways.

I'm sorry Evee (if I can still call you that). I hope you can forgive me.

I've never congratulated you on your wedding even though you were kind enough to invite me. Have I told you, you looked beautiful? You handled it all so well. Your husband is a lucky man, England is very lucky to have you.

Congratulations with your pregnancy as well. I know that baby will be loved and cherished like no other and I am certain you will be an amazing, loving mother.

I hope we both can move on and I will see you at Jared's wedding next year.

Sorry about everything.

Love always,

Freddy.

Author's note: How many of you hate me right now? A lot? Nah. We needed him to come back slowly but steady. This is just a friction though, don't worry. Evee loves Harry and they're having a baby. One silly message isn't going to make her leave him, so hold your horses and calm your tits. The question is, will she tell Harry about this message?  Anyways, if you guys wanted a really big chapter on Prince Philip's funeral, then I'm sorry. I needed him to go, but I just don't like writing chapters like that (and it honestly made me a little annoyed to write it) so I hope you're content with what I gave you. Leave me a little message.