CHAPTER 20 THE ROYAL BABY

“Breathe” Alex murmured, his voice a warm tether in the cold. “You’re doing amazing. We’re almost there.”

Henry tilted his head slightly, locking onto Alex’s dark, steady gaze. “I’m trying,” he said, his British accent taut with strain. “But I swear, if one more person tells me to relax, I’ll abdicate my title and move us to a remote island.”

Alex flashed that crooked, infuriatingly charming grin that had steadied Henry through so many storms. “Oh, please. You’d miss tea and scones too much. And I’d miss yelling at your mum over Skype.”

Henry managed a shaky laugh, his grip tightening on Alex’s hand as another wave of discomfort surged through him. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”

“Because you love me,” Alex teased, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss to Henry’s forehead. “And because we’re about to meet our kid, Your Highness. So, you know, no pressure.”

Before Henry could fire back, Dr. August’s calm voice cut through their exchange. “Alright, we’re nearly there. You’re both doing wonderfully. Just a few more minutes.”

Henry swallowed hard, his free hand clutching the table’s edge. Alex’s fingers squeezed back, and he leaned closer, his breath a soft warmth against Henry’s ear. “Hey, think about it, we’ve survived your grandpa, my mom’s campaign, and that bloody cake incident. This? This is the easy part.”

“Easy for you to say,” Henry grumbled, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. “You’re not the one being sliced open.”

“Fair,” Alex chuckled. “But I’m here, okay? Not going anywhere.”

The next hour and a half melted into a blur of murmured instructions from the doctors and Alex’s ceaseless stream of encouragement. Henry anchored himself to that voice, letting it mute the sterile clatter of instruments. Then, abruptly, a sharp, piercing cry tore through the room “Waaaah! Waaaah!” a fierce, primal sound that jolted Henry’s heart into his throat.

The baby’s wail was unrelenting, a tiny tempest breaking free. Her voice sliced through the air, insistent and alive, a declaration of her arrival that drowned out everything else.

“There we are,” Dr. Zach said, his tone steady but tinged with warmth as Dr. August. The two moved with practiced precision, and after a moment, Dr. August lifted a small, squirming bundle into view. The cries softened slightly but persisted “Waaah… wah…” a stubborn little rhythm that seemed to echo Henry’s own heartbeat.

“Congratulations, your highness” Dr. August announced, her eyes crinkling above her mask. “You have a beautiful baby girl.”

Henry’s breath hitched as he caught sight of a wisp of blonde hair, delicate and soft, peeking from the blanket. The baby’s cries flared again “Waaaah!” then tapered into a softer protest“Wah… wah…” as if testing her new world. Alex let out a shaky laugh, his hold on Henry’s hand faltering briefly before tightening with renewed force.

“Oh my God,” Alex whispered, his voice thick with emotion as the baby’s wails wove through his words. “She’s… she’s perfect. And she is blonde”

Dr. August gently brought the baby closer, lowering her so Henry and Alex could take her in. Her tiny face was scrunched, still flushed and furious from her journey, her cries softening into hiccupping whimpers “Wuh… wuh…” a fragile melody against the room’s starkness. Her voice trembled now, a tender thread of sound that wrapped around Henry’s heart and pulled tight. Tears blurred his vision, spilling hot down his cheeks. Beside him, Alex swiped at his own eyes, laughing through the dampness.

“Look at her, Alex,” Henry managed, his voice cracking as the baby let out another small, indignant cry “Waaaah!” before settling again. “She’s ours.”

“Yeah,” Alex said, reverence softening his tone as her whimpers faded to quiet coos. “Our little princess.”

Dr. August smiled as she handed the baby to a nurse for cleaning and checks, but not before pausing to let Henry and Alex linger on her. The baby’s cries spiked briefly “Wah! Wah!” as she was shifted, then eased into a gentler cadence “Wuh… wuh…” a soft reminder of her presence humming in the background. “Have you decided on a name?” Dr. August asked kindly.

Henry glanced at Alex, a wordless agreement passing between them. They’d tossed names around for months over late-night tea and coffee-stained briefs, but now, with their daughter’s cries still ringing “Wah…” the choice was clear.

“Charlotte,” Henry said softly, his gaze fixed on the baby as her voice quieted to a faint murmur.

“Princess Charlotte,” Alex added with a grin, his voice steadying as her coos replaced the last of her cries.

Henry snorted, half-laughter, half-sob. “With you as her father? Undoubtedly.”

“Hey, she’s got your stubborn streak too,” Alex quipped, but his eyes softened as he looked down at Henry. “We did it, H. We really did it.”

Henry nodded, tears streaming as he reached up to touch Alex’s cheek. The baby let out one final, faint cry “Wah…” then fell silent, as if granting them this moment. Her voice, now stilled, left a lingering echo of life, a promise sealed in that fragile sound. “I love you,” Henry whispered. “Both of you.”

Alex leaned down, pressing his forehead to Henry’s. “Love you too. Always.”

And there, amid the operating room’s sterile chaos, with their daughter’s cries still resonating like a tender lullaby in the air, they held each other, two men who’d defied odds, rewritten history, and now welcomed a new chapter, their little Charlotte, born of love and courage, her voice already a testament to the fierce, radiant life ahead.

After The baby is clean, the nurse brought the baby over to Alex, who eagerly took her into his arms. He marveled at her tiny features, her delicate fingers, and the soft tufts of blonde hair on her head, just like Henry's. "Hello," he said softly. "Welcome to the world, little one."

Doctor Zach smiled at the tender moment. "Would you like to do some skin to skin contact, Alex, It's a great way to bond with your baby."

Alex carefully unbuttoned his shirt and held the baby against his chest, feeling her warmth and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. The connection was immediate and profound.

"You're so beautiful," Alex murmured, his voice filled with awe. "Your papa and I love you so much."

With one hand cradling their baby girl, Alex reached for his phone with the other. He initiated a video call to their family and friends, who were eagerly waiting at their house.

"Everyone, meet our daughter," Alex said, his voice thick with emotion.

The room on the other end of the call erupted in cheers and congratulations. Nora's eyes were brimming with tears as she exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, she's beautiful! Congratulations, you two!"

Percy, with a wide grin, added, "She's got Henry's hair, that's for sure. Can't wait to meet her in person!"

Among the chorus of well wishes, Alex's mom leaned closer to the screen, her face filled with concern and love. "Alex, how is Henry doing?" she asked softly.

Alex glanced at Henry, who was still lying on the operating table but gave a reassuring nod. "He's doing well, Mom," Alex replied, his voice filled with relief. "Henry's strong, and still on doctor care. We're both over the moon."

As Alex bonded with their daughter, Henry was being carefully monitored and cared for by Doctor Zach and Doctor August. They worked efficiently, ensuring Henry's comfort and safety throughout the procedure.

"You're doing great," Doctor Zach said reassuringly. "We'll have you back with your perfect family in no time."

Once the doctors had finished and Henry was stable, they carefully moved him to the recovery room. There, he could rest and regain his strength before meeting their baby girl. Alex, anxious yet filled with anticipation, waited in the nursery room, watching over their daughter as the doctors ensured she was healthy and strong.

After receiving the all clear from the medical team, Alex cradled their baby in his arms. He walked slowly and carefully, cherishing each step that brought him closer to Henry. Entering the recovery room, he looked at Henry, who was still asleep, his face serene and peaceful.

The first rays of morning light began to filter into the room, casting a gentle glow over the scene. As the minutes passed, Henry slowly stirred. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light, and he saw Alex standing holding their baby girl.

Henry's heart swelled with love and joy as he took in the sight. Alex looked up, his face lighting up with a smile. "Good morning," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Look who's here to meet you."

Dr. August entered the room and approached with a warm smile. "Would you like to hold her, your highness?" he asked gently.

Henry's tears welling up in his eyes. Dr. August carefully moved the baby from Alex's arms to Henry's chest, arranging them for skin to skin contact. As the baby's tiny body settled against Henry, he felt an overwhelming surge of love and connection.

"She's perfect, Alex," Henry whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I can't believe she's ours."

Alex leaned in, kissing Henry's forehead. "You did it, Henry. She's finally here, and she's beautiful."

Henry gazed down at their daughter, his fingers gently stroking her soft blonde hair. "She's got your eyes," he murmured, noticing the familiar spark in her gaze.

Dr. August smiled, watching the family bond. "You two make a wonderful team. It's clear how much love and support you have for each other."

As the morning light continued to brighten the room, Henry and Alex sat together, holding their baby girl and feeling the depth of their love and commitment to their new family. It was a new dawn, not just for the day, but for their lives a journey they would embark on together, filled with hope, joy, and unwavering love.

Alex and Henry decided it was time to share their joy with the world. They crafted a heartfelt announcement for their official Instagram account. Alex typed out the message, his fingers trembling with excitement. They chose a touching photo to accompany the announcement. It was a picture of their baby girl's tiny hands.

"We are overjoyed to announce the arrival of our beautiful daughter, Her name is Charlotte! She has already brought so much love and light into our lives. Thank you for all your support and well-wishes💕"

As they hit "Post," they felt a wave of emotions wash over them. And Boom one million like in a minute. The journey had been long and challenging, but they had emerged stronger and more united than ever. Their family, friends, and followers quickly flooded the post with comments of congratulations and love.

The impact of their announcement reached new heights as major landmarks around the world lit up in celebration. Times Square in New York City transformed with a pink theme, and many buildings across the city followed suit even around the world, bathing in shades of pink to honor the birth of their daughter. Screens displayed the heartwarming photo, and the news of the newest member of British Royal Family arrival was broadcasted on every major news outlet.

In that moment, they knew that their family had touched the lives of countless people, and their love story had become a symbol of hope and joy for the world. They were ready to embrace the future, hand in hand, with their precious daughter by their side.

As they basked in the joy of the moment, their family and friends began to arrive at the hospital to visit them. their faces glowing with excitement and love.

"Oh my goodness, she's even more beautiful in person!" Nora exclaimed, her eyes shining with tears. "Congratulations, you two!"

Percy grinned from ear to ear. "I'm so happy for you both. She is absolutely perfect."

Henry's mom hugged her son tightly. "I'm so proud of you, Henry, you are so strong. You've both created a beautiful family."

Amid the laughter and joy, the door opened once again, and King James III, Henry's grandpa, entered the room, followed closely by Bee, Henry's sister. The room fell silent for a moment as everyone turned to greet them.

"Grandpa, Bee," Henry said, his voice filled with emotion. "Come here, Meet our daughter."

The King approached slowly, his eyes misting over as he looked at the tiny bundle in the Baby Hatch. "She's absolutely lovely, Henry. You and Alex have done wonderfully, welcome to the Royal, Charlotte" he said, his voice warm and proud.

Bee leaned in, her face lighting up with joy. "She's perfect. I can't wait to spoil her," she said with a wink, her affection for her new niece evident.

Alex's mom approached Henry with a gentle smile. "Henry, how are you feeling?" she asked, her voice filled with concern and warmth.

Henry took a deep breath, looking around at the faces of those who loved him. "I feel... overwhelmed, but in the best possible way," he replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "It's been a long journey, but seeing our baby and having all of you here makes everything worth it."

Alex's mom nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. "We're all here for you, Henry."

The joyful and heartfelt welcome of a newborn, Charlotte, daughter of Prince Henry and Alex Claremont-Diaz. Inside a hospital room filled with family and friends, there's an atmosphere of love, pride, and connection as everyone celebrates Charlotte's arrival, admiring her tiny features.

Meanwhile, outside the hospital, a crowd including reporters and citizens awaits news or a glimpse of the royal family, reflecting public excitement and support. The hospital staff balances the need for privacy with public interest. Henry and Alex, enveloped by love and community, feel grateful and ready to embrace their future with their daughter.

After almost a week since Prince Henry gave birth to their baby, the family was finally able to return to their residence in peace. It had taken a considerable effort from all parties to help them out, as many reporters, cameramen, and residents were eager to catch a glimpse of their baby girl. The couple appreciated the support but were grateful for the chance to settle into their new roles as parents.

Their initial days as new parents were made easier by the help of their own parents. With guidance and assistance, Henry and Alex found themselves adjusting to the new routines with relative ease. However, the time soon came for their parents to return home, and the real challenges of parenthood began to emerge.

Charlotte, their precious baby girl, had a knack for waking up in the early hours of the morning. Her cries echoed through the house, and the once serene nights became a whirlwind of sleeplessness and exhaustion. Determined to take care of Charlotte themselves, they decided not to hire a nanny, despite the many recommendations.

One night, which should have been quiet and restful, was interrupted by Charlotte's cries. Both Henry and Alex stirred in their sleep, groaning in fatigue.

"Whose turn is it?" Alex mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

Henry sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I think it's yours," he replied, though not entirely sure himself.

Alex shook his head. "No, I did it last time. It's definitely your turn."

They exchanged sleepy accusations, both too tired to remember clearly. Eventually, Henry relented and got up to calm Charlotte down. He gently picked her up from the crib, swaying and soothing her with soft whispers.

"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Papa's here," Henry murmured, his voice gentle and calming. He rocked her back and forth, her cries gradually subsiding.

A moment later, Alex joined him, wrapping his arms around both Henry and Charlotte. "Sorry," he whispered. "Let's take turns."

They made their way to the sofa, Henry leaning his head on Alex's shoulder while Alex held Charlotte. The baby was now calm, her tiny hands clutching Alex's shirt.

"Are you still sure we don't need a nanny?" Alex asked quietly, his voice filled with concern.

Henry took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. "No," he replied firmly.

Alex smiled, kissing the top of Henry's head. "I knew you'd say that."

As they sat in the dim light, their exhaustion mingling with an overwhelming sense of love and commitment, Alex asked again, "But for how long, Henry?"

Henry paused, considering the weight of the question. "I don't know. As long as we can" he admitted softly.

Alex nodded, understanding the resolve in Henry's voice. "Alright, then."

Despite the sleepless nights and the moments of doubt, they knew that every effort was worth it. They had each other and their beautiful daughter.

As the dawn began to break, casting a soft glow through the windows, Henry and Alex found strength in their unwavering commitment to their family. Parenthood was a journey, and they were ready to face it hand in hand, with Charlotte nestled safely in their arms.

Henry walked over to the window, peeking through the curtains. "Looks like they're, The Paparazzi still out there," he said, turning back to Alex. "But we're in here, and that's what matters."

Alex managed a tired smile. "Yeah, we're in here, safe and together." He looked down at Charlotte, who had finally drifted off to sleep. "And she's all that matters."

A couple weeks later, Henry and Alex returned to London to return to the Royal Family. While still maintaining their daughter's privacy. They managed to hide Charlotte's face from the public, their last post was still a portrait of Charlotte's tiny hand.

Henry and Alex cherished the stillness of the early morning in the Kensington living room, where they were about to capture their first official family photo. The sunlight streamed softly through the grand windows, casting a gentle glow over their little family.

Henry, in a blue sweater with a white collar and khaki pants, and Alex, dressed in a crisp white button shirt and black pants, were excited but slightly nervous. Their little princess, Charlotte, lay in Henry's arms, dressed in adorable white baby clothes and a matching hat.

"Do you think she'll smile for the camera?" Alex asked, adjusting Charlotte's tiny hat.

Henry chuckled, "She's her papa's daughter. She'll charm everyone."

As the photographer set up, the family posed and smiled, trying various arrangements. But the most memorable moment came when they decided on a candid shot. Alex sat on the piano bench, holding Charlotte while Henry stood behind him, his hand resting gently on Alex's shoulder.

"Let's see if we can get a laugh out of her," Henry whispered, wiggling his fingers in front of Charlotte's face. Alex leaned in, making funny faces and softly singing a silly song.

To their delight, Charlotte let out a joyful laugh, her little face lighting up with pure happiness. The photographer captured the moment perfectly, a genuine, heartwarming scene that truly reflected their bond.

"This one," Alex said, looking at the candid shot on the photographer's screen. "This is the one we should use."

Henry nodded in agreement, "It's perfect. It shows the world how happy we are as a family."

The photo, along with the announcement, was posted on the official Royal Family website and social media. The caption read:

Introducing The Newest Member of The Royal Family

Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Nora Hanover Claremont-Diaz Fox. Captured in a moment of pure joy with her fathers, Prince Henry and Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Our hearts are full of love and happiness as we share this special moment with you.

As they returned to the Royal Family and continued their duties as members of the royal household, there was great public curiosity about Princess. Even during their official events, many asked when they would show their daughter's face. The anticipation grew by the day.

The moment the public had been eagerly waiting for finally arrived on the celebration of King James III's birthday. The grand event was set to take place at Buckingham Palace, where all members of the Royal family would appear on the iconic balcony. It was a day of celebration, but also a day of revelation.

The streets around Buckingham Palace were filled with excited citizens, reporters, and cameramen. Everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of Princess Charlotte, now six months old. The air buzzed with anticipation and excitement.

As the royal family gathered inside the palace, Henry and Alex prepared themselves and Princess Charlotte for their grand entrance. They shared a moment of mutual encouragement and pride.

"Are you ready for this?" Alex asked, his voice a mix of nerves and excitement.

Henry smiled, holding Charlotte close. "Yes, it's time. Let's show the world our beautiful daughter."

The doors to the balcony opened, and the royal family began to step out one by one. The crowd's cheers grew louder with each new face that appeared. Finally, it was Henry and Alex's turn. They walked out together, Henry holding Charlotte gently in his arms.

The cheers reached a deafening volume as the crowd caught sight of the young princess. Henry and Alex stepped forward, revealing Charlotte's face to the world for the first time. The crowd gasped in awe at the sight of the beautiful princess. Her delicate features, framed by a halo of blonde hair, were a perfect blend of her fathers' handsomeness.

As the cheers subsided, Henry and Alex began talking to Charlotte, their voices filled with warmth and love.

"Look at all these people, Charlotte," Henry whispered, his eyes shining with pride. "They're all here to see you, our beautiful princess."

Alex leaned in, his smile radiant. "Can you see how much everyone loves you? You're already capturing hearts, little one."

Charlotte, seemingly unfazed by the crowd, looked up at her fathers with wide, curious eyes. The tender moment between the family melted the hearts of those watching.

"She's gorgeous!" someone shouted from the crowd, capturing the sentiment of many.

Cameras flashed, capturing the moment for news outlets around the globe. The world had been waiting for this revelation, and now they were captivated by Princess Charlotte's beauty.

Reporters quickly began discussing the royal family's appearance, and the news spread like wildfire. Headlines celebrated the new addition to the royal family, predicting princess Charlotte future beauty and grace.

"Look at those eyes!" a reporter commented. "She has the same sparkle as Prince Henry."

"Absolutely adorable," another added. "You can already see the charm she'll have when she grows up."

Citizens in the crowd echoed these sentiments, their voices filled with admiration and excitement.

"She looks like a little angel," one woman said, tears of joy in her eyes. "A perfect blend of both her fathers."

a man remarked, snapping pictures with his phone. "She's going to be a heartbreaker one day."

As they settled into their roles as parents and royal figures, Henry and Alex knew that their journey was just beginning. They had faced the challenges together, and they would continue to do so, united in their love for each other and their daughter. The future was bright, and with Princess Charlotte by their side, they were ready to embrace whatever came next.

- To Be Continued -