She turned around in the bed for what seemed like the hundredth time. Reorganizing her own limbs obviously didn't work, it wasn't happening tonight. She just couldn't catch sleep. Staring at the ceiling from the bed, she sighed. She didn't want to wake Harry so she tried to be as quiet as possible. Shifting on her stomach once again, she could Harry putting his hand on her lower back in comfort. "Please stop turning, forgodsake." Evee heard him mumble right next to her.

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I'm sorry, I just can't sleep."

"Go watch some television or something."

"But I don't want to watch tv." The blonde replied stubbornly.

"Read one of your books. Just do something and let this poor old man sleep."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, throwing the sheets off her body. "Fine. I'm watching Magic Mike." Chloe had lend her the DVD a couple of weeks ago but she didn't have the time to watch it yet. Straightening her legs, she grabbed her cellphone off the bedside table and left the main bedroom.

Evee knew Harry way too well. She knew that if she were to pop in that DVD, he would magically appear in the doorway. He would casually lean against the doorframe, arms across his bare chest, hair looking like a bird's nest, eyes squinting right at her.

She tried to hold back a grin when she threw herself on the couch and heard some rustling behind her.  "What's on your mind?"

"I thought the poor old man needed his beauty sleep?" She spoke, still staring at the introduction screen of the DVD, which now contained a bare chested Channing Tatum.

"The poor old man knows when something's bothering his beautiful fiancé." She heard him walking towards the couch, throwing himself casually next to her. He was only wearing his boxers and even though Channing Tatum's bare chest was proudly beaming on the screen, she couldn't help but stare at her fiancé's chest instead. "Please turn off that DVD, it's making me self-conscious."

Evee immediately grabbed the remote and turned off the television. Darkness immediately overtook the living room. She could hear him breathing right next to her and for some reason it always calmed her down. Crawling closer to his body, she pressed her head in the nook of his shoulder, feeling how his own arm curved around her back. "What tiara should I wear on our wedding day?" She blurted out.

"What?" He seemed a little taken back by her question.

"Apparently I have to pick out a tiara, alongside your grandmother none the less and I have no clue what to do. I've been on the internet yesterday to search whatever her vaults hold and I don't even know what to do. I don't know if I feel comfortable enough to wear something like that, they look so expensive. My Ray Ban sunglasses once dropped off my head and I cried for days. What if I drop that off my head on the wedding day? In front of everybody? Oh god, in front of your grandmother." Evee rambled, finally releasing everything that was on her mind.

"Sweety, calm down a minute." Harry spoke, trying to pull down her restless arms. "One. They attach it really, really well onto your head. It's not going anywhere unless you decide to head bang to one of your ridiculous metal songs. Two. Pick the one you like best, the one you think is the prettiest. It's that simple. Which one did you like the most?" He questioned, curiosity taking over a bit.

"I think the Cambridge Knot's really pretty." She mumbled, hoping that he wouldn't take it the wrong way. She knew that was a tiara his mother used to wear a lot.

"It is a very, very pretty one indeed." He couldn't help but smile in the dark. "It was one of my mother's favourites."

"I know."

"It hasn't been worn properly in a long time. Kate wore it once I believe, for a diplomatic gala event." Harry informed her, rubbing her back soothingly. "It is quite heavy though, mum used to complain about headaches when she wore it."

The blonde nodded her head, "I've been thinking about contacting your grandmother to show her the sketches of my dress."

"I'll help you with that. We'll give her a call." He smiled, feeling a little better that his fiancé was already comfortable enough to have alone time with his grandmother. "She'll probably ask you about the tiaras then."

"Yes, Anna told me... How would you feel if I, and let's just say this hypothetically, would wear the Cambridge Lover's Knot on our wedding day?"

Harry couldn't reply for a minute, he had to think about it. He had only seen that tiara on his mother's head. He hadn't seen Kate with it, he wasn't at the event. He thought it was a shame that the beautiful piece his mother once loved was locked away in a vault, waiting for the next person to wear it with as much grace as his mother once did. He didn't want a stranger to wear it, it wouldn't feel right and it wasn't like he could put it on his head himself. It would have to be worn by a person he cherished, respected and loved as much as his mother. "If there's one person I can think of that I would love to see that tiara on, it would be you. I cannot think of anybody else, Evee."

She couldn't help but grin, "Yeah?"

"Absolutely. But you have to know, people would talk if you would wear that tiara on our wedding day though. They would compare you to her. They would probably say that you're trying too much to be like her."

"Oh." She couldn't help but be a little disappointed, she didn't want it to cast a shadow over their wedding day.

"But they will always talk. Always. Kate had the engagement ring, I don't see why you can't have the tiara. I just want you to wear the one you're most comfortable in and the one you think is the prettiest and fits you most. I don't want you to wear it because I just said so."

She nodded her head, "I'll try to keep that in mind."

"That's the reason you couldn't sleep? The tiara?"

"I just have a tendency to overthink things." Evee mumbled, burying her head in his chest and feeling him press his lips against her forehead.

"That you do. Let's get to bed alright, I have a surprise for you in the morning."

"Harry! Now I won't catch sleep just because of that surprise!" Her mind was already working overtime, thinking what that man had planned for her next. His surprises usually meant expensive gifts, travelling and even sometimes the occasional fart or burp.

"Maybe we won't sleep." He grinned, pressing his lips against her ear and placing soft kisses all the way to her clavicle.

"I like the sound of that." She mumbled, slightly throwing her head against the couch to give him some space to continue.

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The next morning came quicker than Evee thought it would. After their little workout, she did manage to still catch three hours of sleep. It wasn't a lot but she had survived on less when she worked at the hospital. Patting Harry's side of the bed with her hand, she could feel that he wasn't in there anymore. Her eyes shifted towards her cellphone, 8. 30 am. It was still early for a Saturday, why wasn't he in bed?

Once again, her feet touched the wooden floor. She quickly marched towards the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her long blonde hair into a pony tail. Throwing on some fresh undergarments, kaki jeans and a tank top, she made her way towards the dining area. Evee was surprised when she saw the table was already set for two. When she walked into the kitchen, she couldn't help but laugh at Harry.

The image of him jumping around with a kitchen towel in just his jeans was just too funny. He had opened every window in the hopes of evacuating the smoke coming from the stove. Pressing her hand towards her mouth, she hoped to watch the show for another two minutes but when he started cursing underneath his breath, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He immediately turned around, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you're a poor cook." She smirked, entering the kitchen to walk towards the stove. Seeing the dark, obviously burned egg, she tried to not laugh anymore. The poor guy did really try. She hadn't seen anyone burn an omelet though. She didn't think she could even do that if she tried. "Oh sweety."

"Come on, do it already I know you're dying to." He bit his cheek and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Do what?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, trying not to combust from holding back laughter.

"Laugh at me." He took a step closer towards her, ignoring the smoke still misting in the kitchen.

"I wouldn't dare." Evee tried speaking with a steady voice, her eyes not looking into his.

"Come on, let it out." Harry waved her hands in front of her face in anticipation, waiting for her to pee her pants from laughter.

"I swear, I would not dare to-" She couldn't help herself anymore. "Ahahahaha, I'm sorry Harry. I swear, hahaha- but you just burned an omelet. AN OMELET. I just, how do you burn an omelet? It's nearly physically impossible. Only you can burn an omelet, there's no other explanation." She just watched how he rolled his eyes at her, trying to hold back laughter himself. "It's a very nice surprise though, A for effort."

She couldn't help but wrap her arms around his naked torso. Her left hand squeezing his bottom just slightly through his jeans. "I'm sorry." She heard him murmur into her hair.

"Don't be. We'll cook together, I'll teach you." Evee grinned, pulling back her head and looking at him.

"This wasn't the surprise though." The blonde looked a little confused at him. "This is." Harry opened his hands to reveal a small box and pushed it into Evee's hands. "Open it."

Seeing the familiar logo on top of the black, carton box made her swallow deeply. "This better not be what I think it is." Her shaking hands opened the box to reveal a key. With the Audi logo engraved in it. "I don't need a new car, Harry."

"Who says it's the key to a car?"

"Don't play with me." She glared at him. He had been whining for months to give up her old Vauxhall. Always telling her how it wasn't safe, it was too old. It had a manual drive, automatic would be so much better for her. There wasn't enough room, it was too small.

"Come on." He grabbed the key out of the box and covered her hand with his, dragging her towards the courtyard. "Your old car was falling apart. I want you to be safe."

"My car was perfect. I don't need you to pamper me with new cars and expensive things." She mumbled, the fresh morning air catching her off guard.

"Tada!" Harry spoke with much pride and enthusiasm. He opened his arms to stand next to the car, a wide grin upon his features. "I bought the seven seater so we can store five kids in there in the future. It's a family car but you can drive it meanwhile. I still have my Range Rover and my motorcycle." He beamed. "I bought the one with the most airbags." He seemed really proud of himself.

Eveline was a little lost for words. The black Audi Q7 was gorgeous, but way too huge for her. She was almost certain that she would need a staircase to just enter it. Oh god, would she be able to actually see over the steering wheel?

"So what do you think?"

"I think your chest looks really white compared to the black car." She couldn't help but laugh when he looked at his own chest and then towards the car. "I'm kidding." She was not. "I think it's a very pretty car and -" Also unnecessary big. "And that you shouldn't worry that much about my safety. I was going fine with my Vauxhall but it's an amazing vehicle." She didn't have the heart to scold him out for once. She was certain he had bought this car with the thought of a family in the back of his head.

She just couldn't do it. He seemed to proud of himself.

Harry grinned at her. "The back is really big to store plenty of stroller- I mean, picnic baskets in there." He corrected himself when he saw Evee crook her eyebrow at him.

"You're an idiot, you know that, right?" She grinned, walking towards him and wrapping her arms around his waist once again. "But you're my idiot, so it's fine."

"Come on, let's go for a ride!" He excitedly spoke.

"Maybe you should go put on a shirt first."

He nodded his head at her with a grin and turned around to march back into Nottingham Cottage. She couldn't help but laugh when she heard him shout, "SHOTGUN. I'm driving first!" from inside the house.

Her idiot indeed.

Author's note: Hmm, the Cambridge Lover's Knot? No? Maybe The Strathmore Rose?