Monday, april 26th 2016 was a a cold day for spring. Evee had realized it when she dressed way too light to get groceries for tonight. Harry and her had decided to stay in for their second date. She didn't mind, she liked being cozy at home. She wouldn't have to wear heels, could wear comfortable clothing, was in a familiar environment.

She just finished putting away the groceries when she noticed another text.

"Around seven at yours? Xx - H"

She smiled at her phone. Ignoring the rising excitement in her stomach, she typed a response.

"Sounds good, see you then. X"

Harry and her had been texting on and off for the last 48 hours. She didn't want to come of as an eager person so she usually waited around for 10 minutes to reply. It was ridiculous how she looked at the clock with an already typed text and waited around to send it.

What the hell happened to her dignity?

She was sure he didn't have a magic cock so there was no explanation for her antics. A week ago she didn't want to talk with him at all at the polo match and two weeks ago she was super glad she wouldn't have to see his face ever again.

And yet here she was, beaming over a damn text message.

Had this ever happened before?

No. Well maybe when she was a teenager.

It had been a long time since she dated, she had a couple of flings in London but no, she didn't date. Now that she thought about it, she had never properly dated a Brit.

Her dating history at home hadn't been one to brag about either. Before coming to London, she only had one long time relationship with her high school sweetheart, Nathan. Their relationship had been on and off for about seven years and when they finally made it quits, six months before she left for London. After months of weeping and crying, she finally felt free. She wanted to make up for lost time. It had been a long time before she could do whatever she wanted and Eveline was sure that was the reason why she never stepped into a real relationship these past two years.

She never really thought about marriage or kids. She was 25, turning 26 on september fifth, she had plenty of time. She always wanted to have kids in the future but marriage was never on her priorities list. There were plenty of people raising kids without a signed paper. If Harry and her worked out, would she have to marry him before having kids?

Probably.

Kids outside of marriage were not done in the royal world.

How old would he be? 29? He couldn't be her age, he had to be older. She could easily find it on the internet... No. She'd ask tonight. Was it appropriate to ask a prince his age though?

Eveline cursed at herself for overthinking everything again.

Just let it go.

She looked at the clock, it was 5.30 pm already. She had decided to make some green thai curry, something she was actually good in cooking. She knew the vegetables had to cook quite some time so she quickly started chopping away. She didn't know if Harry really liked spicy food...

She whiped her hands on the kitchen towel and rapidly took out her cellphone, sending a message.

'Do you like spicy food? X'

It didn't take long before she received a reply. 'I can handle spicy, yes. You ordering in? Xx'

Ordering in, my ass. Evee thought. He probably didn't think she was able to cook. She was actually a good cook. People always found that surprising about her. Her mom had taught her various kinds of recipees, mainly Belgian ones but she didn't want to push her heritage on him either. Plus she could make one hell of a green thai curry.

Her fingers managed to type a reply, 'I am cooking, thank you very much. X'

'So you're good with kids, you can cook, you have a good sense of humour and you drink beer? Please marry me. Xx'

Evee laughed at his message, 'Haha, I don't think your nan would approve though. X'

'We'd leave the country. Go to Mexico and eat tacos every day. Xx'

Evee decided if her message would be a little overboard but sent it anyways, 'I'd have the runs a lot, you wouldn't see me that much. X'

In Kensington Palace, Harry almost choked on his tea.