The Royal Born: A Selection FanFiction

The Royal Born: A Selection Series Fan Fiction

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When I think about the night of my birthday and the surprise America gave me I can't help but smile. I'm going to be a father. When you get news like that, the whole world gets a little brighter. That was nearly 8 months ago. Now my darling America looks ready to pop at anytime. Her poor maids have had to constantly fit her clothing to accommodate the size of her ever expanding stomach despite America's belligerent statements that she can fit into her old dresses.
"I move to approve the adjournment of this session, may I get a second?" , I said in my authoritative voice. At least I learned one thing from father. "I second that motion." Stated President O'Donell. With that, I made my way out of the conference hall and down the hall. I walked down to the Women's Room to check up on my wife. America refused to have her maids follow her around everywhere she went, saying it was unnecessary and a disturbance of her privacy. She made a compromise to have occasional check ups throughout the day by me and her maids. I knocked on the door gently, so America knew it was me.
"Come in." She almost whispered. I briskly opened the door and walked into the room, bowing in front of her. No matter how much she refused this gesture of mine, I still gave it to her. My whole life I was taught by my parents and my teachers that I must show respect to the people I love. And America...she deserved all the respect in the world. She smiled at me and said in a disapproving but playful tone, "How many times must I tell you? You don't have to bow to me."
"I can't help it, you look so refined when you sit in your chair and read. Sometimes I don't know how I got so lucky as to have you marry me." I smirked. She blushed and looked down. "How are you feeling?" I asked in a more serious manner.
"Fine. I am always so tired though." Said America. It was true everyone in the castle had noticed the new queen's loss of stamina and passion. I hope it's just a temporary condition, the kind of condition that comes only to pregnant women. If I thought crying girls confused me, I had yet to find out what a wife with constant cravings and mood swings was like. "Oh!" She stammered with a startled look on her face.
"What is it?" I whispered.
"The baby! It kicked!" She exclaimed as she looked up at me with wonder and excitement in her smile.
"Really? It hasn't kicked for about a week!" I responded. We were getting worried that the baby had died in her stomach. It had bugged America to no end over the past few days. To see the look of relief on her face at that moment made my heart swell. "Well now we know he's alright."
"He? How are you so sure you're going to get a boy?" America questioned. "You didn't go to the doctor and ask did you?"
"No! I promise I didn't." I exclaimed. We were going to have the gender of the baby to be a surprise. Obviously I wanted a son. Then I could sleep easy knowing we had an heir to the throne. America and her maids wanted a girl. Lucy had already started to make little dresses for the baby, much to Anne's disapproval. Sometimes when talking about the baby, we would slip up and call the baby a he or she.
We talked for an hour before a guard knocked on the door to say dinner was ready to be served.
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I furrowed my brow as I looked at the papers in front of me. America and I had only been married 2 years and had already come up with a million different ideas to make Illeà the strongest it could be. First we got rid of the caste system. We haven't totally got rid of it yet but it's a slow process. We have gotten rid of select castes. Although as we go along, we notice holes and problems in this project. Not to mention, we have to decide how the citizens of Illeà will be organized. It's a big project and with America on standby, I'm too anxious to focus.
"Still working in here? You've been in here for almost 4 hours." I looked up to see America standing above me. The sound of her voice broke me from my trance and I was instantly in a better mood.
"I'm afraid I have to work, I guess it comes with the title of King." I laughed. She smiled at me. This wasn't her normal passionate smile, she looked fatigued. And that's why I was nervous to break the news of my departure to her. "America.", I started,"When we decided to abolish the caste system we decided we must do it in phases. I don't think we knew exactly how difficult this task would prove to be but I'm glad we are taking baby steps. Unfortunately, this requires a substantial amount of council meetings."
America looked at me with kindness, "Let me guess, you have to stay overnight at the conference center again?"
"Yes." I muttered. "America, you must know that I would never leave you willingly when you are so close to your due date."
"I know!" She replied
"Then you must promise me you will be okay. If something happened to you while I was away, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
She stood there looking at me. Almost as if she were searching my face for a flicker of doubt. But I meant what I said. She then embraced me. "I promise. Be careful and do your best." She replied. My eyes started to well up but I pushed the tears aside. It was moments like these I could tell America loved me and that she could tell I loved her with every single fiber of my being. "How long will you be gone?" She asked.
"I leave tomorrow morning and won't come back until afternoon the following day." I said. "You'll be taken care of, I'll at least see to that before I leave."
"Okay." She replied. And with that we proceeded to lunch.
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Bags in hand, I meandered my way to the front gates, not wanting to actually leave America and the unborn child behind. As I was approaching the gates I saw her waiting for me. I grinned from ear to ear. As I came closer she smirked, "Have a safe trip my darling."
"I will. Don't have the baby until I come back." I joked and with that I kissed her stomach, hugged her, and drove away.
Throughout the day I couldn't help but think about America during the conferences and meetings. I thought about how she was doing and I thought about why I wasn't there to help her. It took what seemed to be an eternity for each session to end. Then I would make my rounds and then proceed to the next conference. "Are you alright, King Maxon?" A nobleman inquired.
"Quite!" I acknowledged with all the charm I could muster. The night was no better. I tossed and turned in my bed. Too engrossed in my thoughts and emotions to fall asleep. I eventually got out of my bed and dressed myself in a formal grey suit.
Meetings started at 6 a.m. Whether it was the lack of sleep or the fact that we were discussing the same topic for almost 4 consecutive hours, I was too exhausted to function. I silently rejoiced when I was asked to adjourn the meeting. I packed my bags and ducked my head as I entered the car. Only a three hour drive until I could go back to the comfort of my home. I passed time by going over the issues we discussed during the conferences. We only had 15 minutes left of the drive when a guard that had been accompanying me got a call. His face went pale and he hung up the phone. "Sir", he began cautiously. "Queen America has gone into labor."
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My blood went cold. And at that moment I was desperately grateful I had been sitting down because I know I would have fainted. "What?" I asked in a horrified gasp.
"That was the nurse, she is going to have her baby!" The guard responded enthusiastically.
"Well don't just drive like nothing's happening then! DRIVE!" I yelled at the chauffeur. I felt like we weren't going to get there in time and with no sleep to add to my stress I felt as if my world was descending in a downward spiral. We arrived at the castle and I ran to the doors. I took the stairs 3 at a time, up and down the castle hallways until I reached the doors. Trembling with fear, I pushed the doors open to see America lying on a bed screaming in pain. I rushed over to her bedside and started clutching her hand.
"Maxon?" She muttered in between her short breaths.
"Y-Yes! America it's me. I'm h-here." I stuttered. I was still trying to catch my breath when the doctor spoke to me.
"My king, she is weak but is going to deliver the baby just fine." He reported trying his best to reassure me in my state of panic. America screamed and I clutched her hand tighter. "She's crowning!" The doctor yelled to the nurses who came running in. Watching her face squeeze and wince was getting hard for me to bear. Then suddenly there was relief in her expression and I heard the doctor call out, "It's a girl!"
I couldn't help myself as I started to bawl. It's a girl. I looked over at America who started to laugh. "So much for a boy." She teased. Then out of nowhere her face contorted and she screamed louder than I had ever hear someone scream. The doctor rushed back and then called all the nurses to help again.
My wife had just had the baby. Why were they coming back? "King Maxon, looks like you'll be having twins!" Beamed the doctor. "Twins!?" I gasped but fell back to America's side. My mind was racing. Were we really having twins? I was starting to think keeping things a secret was a big mistake. Shouldn't the doctor have seen it? We were no longer having just a baby, we were having babies! It seemed like forever but I heard the words every father wants to hear.
"It's a boy!" Cheered the doctor. America sighed a sigh of relief and I laughed as I wiped away my tears.
"Remind me why we kept that a surprise?" She beamed. With a laugh I said, "We didn't. Looks like the doctor didn't see him." I left America's bedside to go sit down in an armchair. My legs were shaking so much it was a miracle I could even muster up the strength to walk there. I looked out the window and saw the same view I had seen a million times before. But on this day, it looked more beautiful than I could ever remember it. And with a uncontrollable smile, I whispered to myself, "I'm a father."
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It had been two weeks since the birth of our twins and the whole kingdom was still rejoicing at the arrival of our little ones. America had made a speedy recovery and every ounce of her spontaneity and fire had returned and was even multiplied as she took on the role of mother. The palace staff had fixed the nursery to accommodate 2 newborns and hired a second nanny. I took almost a month off any meetings to make time for America and our twins. America and I were the proudest parents there ever was because we had gotten what we always desired: a family.