Chapter Thirty-Three

At the sight of the knife, Harry lurched. Panic arose in him. It was there below, under the surface of the skin that there was panic. When Harry saw the knife, it rose to the surface. His body jerked. There was an immediate protection of his wife and future child, but his mind wandered to Freddie. He was in the room over. Was he okay? Did this male hurt him? What was happening with him?

Harry was in the British Armed Forces, and he planned in his mind. Components fell into place. He noticed the knife was clean, in the moonlight and in the darkness. There wasn't any blood that oozed from the ground, not even dried blood. If Harry could've taken down the male wielding a knife, then Lucy and Freddie and the baby would've been safe. He had been stabbed before, and if he was stabbed now, it was for at least a good reason: the protection of his family. Again, he had been stabbed before; it wouldn't have hurt too bad, right? He was used to the pain?

"Don't think about it, your highness," the male said. "You think you might be able to take me down, your highness. In fact, you might be able to take me down, your highness. But what if, on the off chance, that you can't, your highness? Who will I hurt, your highness? Your son, your highness? Your wife and unborn child, your highness?"

Every time he said your highness, it wasn't mock but respect. His voice sounded respectful. It sounded like he cared. The male yet held a knife to the couple. But then it also sounded compulsive, like he needed to say it over and over and over again.

"Tell me, your highness, is it a boy or girl, your highness?" he asked. "You can trust me, your highness. I won't tell anyone, your highness."

"It's a surprise," Lucy lied, "even we don't know."

The male with the knife smiled in the moonlight. "Good, your highness." Suddenly, the hilt of the knife started to beat into his thigh. He whispered something to himself. His eyes came back to the couple. "Over there, your highness." He pointed the knife off to one side of the room. "You, over there, your highness."

Neither of them moved from the spot. Harry kept a firm grip on Lucy's hand.

"Now, your highnesses!" he roared.

Slowly, Harry and Lucy parted. Harry was the first one to get off the large bed. The male's eyes watched Harry, seeing him more as the threat. Harry's feet were light against the ground, soft even, as he backed up into the curtains that covered the windows. The male's eyes turned to Lucy next, as she slowly made her way out from under the sheets of the bed. Her feet pressed against the ground as she took a step toward the other side of the room.

"Faster, your highness," the male urged.

Stumbling, Lucy fell down to her hands and knees, no more than a foot away from the bed. She let out a groan.

"Luce!" Harry called from across the room. He quieted down immediately as the knife was pointed in his direction again.

The male asked kindly, "Are you all right, your highness?"

Shakily, Lucy stood tall once again. Turning around, she looked at him. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

The male nodded in her direction. "Keep going, your highness."

She did. Her back pressed against the far wall. From across the bedroom, in the dim light, Harry met her gaze. Both remained calm.

"What do you want?" Harry asked. "Why are you here? What do you hope to accomplish? Are you going to hurt us? Do you want to kill us? Are you angry at us for something we did?"

The male didn't answer. He stared straight forward, with the knife pointed at Harry, the perceived threat.

"What's going on, sir?" Lucy asked, peaceful and nice as ever. No longer was her voice a diamond, but rather a blooming rose. There was a lightness about it. She spoke the same way to the male with the knife that she did to a child.

"You don't need to know that, your highness." He kept his knife on Harry.

"Why are you here, sir?" Lucy asked. "What can we help you with, sir?"

The male with the knife swallowed. "You're different than I expected, your highness."

"Thank you. I take that as a compliment." Her eyes were soft in the light. "You must understand, I don't want blood on the carpet, sir."

"I don't want to hurt you, your highness." Yet, his knife pointed at Harry.

"Then what do you want?"

The male's eyes looked directly at Lucy, seeming to have forgotten about Harry in the room. Slowly, the knife started to slowly go to the ground. There was something different in his body language as he looked at Lucy. Her kindness earned some peace.

"What will they do to me, your highness?" the male asked with a knife. "Will they hurt me, your highness?"

"No one needs to be hurt," Lucy said. "This can end peacefully."

"It can't, though, your highness." The knife came up again. "I did this, your highness. I came in, your highness. I planned this, your highness. I wanted this to happen, your highness. I'm going to do it now, your highness." His fingers curled around the knife harshly. He was ready to kill. "I'm sorry, your highness."

The knife swung around, directed at Lucy. Harry didn't have enough to jump forward, though he tried. It didn't matter that he didn't get far because neither did the male. Lucy had been ready to take her own. But then the bedroom door burst open and five men in black with large gun came into the room. The men in black with large guns immediately surrounded the male with the knife. More men in black with large guns waited in the hallway and came into the room when they had the chance.

"On your knees!"

"Get on your knees!"

"Drop the knife!"

"Get on your knees!"

"On your knees!"

The guns continued to be pointed at him, much like the male's pointed gaze at Lucy. His eyes didn't leave Lucy, and she stared back at him. In her younger days, Lucy knew what she would've done. She would've gone over there and told the police, the men in black with large guns, that this man meant truly no harm; he was innocent; there was something wrong with him; he didn't have control over his actions. That was what Lucy would've done in her younger days. As twenty-six years old, already having a child and now having another child, she had more important things to worry about. Lucy ran away from the male that no longer held the knife, from the police with the large guns.

As fast as her long legs could carry her with the weight that she had from carrying a baby in her body, Lucy ran to Freddie's room. In the crib, Freddie was awake and he watched his mother as she came into the room. He reached out as she picked him up, pressing him to her chest. Her eyes searched for harm on her son, but Freddie was fine.

Harry ran from his bedroom too. He kept his distance as Lucy held Freddie so close while watching him.

"You're okay, kiddo." Lucy kissed him on the head. "Yeah, kiddo, you're okay. Mommy was just scared, but you're okay, kiddo." Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. "You're okay, kiddo. You're okay. Everything is okay."

Harry watched his wife and son. Relief flooded through him. Everyone was okay.

"Harry," Lucy said. His eyes snapped up to his wife. "Take him." Her breath was too quick and her body was slowly starting to hunch over.

Racing over, Harry took Freddie out of Lucy's hands. "Luce, what is it?"

She backed up and breathed deeply. Lucy's hands held her stomach, and then she let out a yelp. Her waters broke. The carpet below her body was soaked. Sighing, Lucy looked back at her husband. "Here comes baby."

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I don't like to break in the story and show up, but I have some questions to ask and I hope you can answer them. The second baby is coming and will be here in the next chapter. You're aware that my Prince Harry fanfics are around forty chapters. However, I want to give Lucy and Harry another baby but that would mean making this story longer.

The other options would be skipping it, so either they would have no more children after these two or you would see into the future. I have already planned out Prince Harry fanfic #6 and can make some changes to it, but I can't change the whole plan.

So I am wondering if you want me to go on with this fanfic and you see the third pregnancy for Lucy and Harry (if you guys aren't bored already)? This will make the story longer. Or you want me to end this at forty chapters and move onto Prince Harry fanfic #6? Then if you want me to move onto Prince Harry #6, do you want two kids or more? That leads into the next question: can I fast forward in six or do you want to see the third pregnancy? If you have anymore ideas, let me know please. I'm open to suggestions.

Please comment to let me know or you're going to get my best judgement, but at this time, I might just flip a coin.