I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO KEIRA CASS.
What happened if Maxon wasn't prince. What if Maxon and America were both just 5's trying to make things work? Find out in "My dear, I will love you forever"
THIS IS MY FIRST STORY IM S...
(A/N) FINALLY! Im baaaaack. Sorry, I've had a lot of hw and such) (Brief mentions of abuse and harm up ahead btw, just a warning)
America POV
I approached the graves of late in-laws. Maxon never came, he hated reliving their deaths. He was only 13 when his father beat his mother to unconsciousness and eventually to her death. But with her dying strength she smashed a bottle to his head and he fell and hit his head. They died within minutes of eachother.
I sighed and laid the bouquet of daisies on the grave marked Amberly Chloe Davis Schreave.
From the stories Ma-......He told me, she sounded like a perfect mother. I felt tears running down my face. Should I go back to Maxon? I heard a small cough behind me and nearly jumped a mile. I spun around to see a groundskeeper standing with a weedwacker.
"Excuse me miss," He said "May I-"
I nod and hurry away towards home.
When I get home I see Maxon in the kitchen through the windows.
Is he- doing DISHES? He must be really sorry
I open the door and lean against the wall to take off my shoes. The wind picks up and slams the door shut. I wince; if Maxon didn't know I was home, he sure did now. I hear a plate fall into the sink, I wince again.
Come on Maxon! Not the good plates!
I put my shoes and coat away and walk into the kitchen to see it....Empty?
I see rose petals on the floor, they create a path that leads towards my library.
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Rose petals are scattered over the floor. I look up from the floor and see Maxon sitting on an armchair with tears in his eyes. I can barely make out what he says next.
"Im sorry, my dear. Will you stay?" He whispers.
I nod as I start to cry and rush to him. He wraps his arms around me, whispering sweet nothings and promises into my ear. I pull back from his hug and look at him.
"Maxon?" I say. He looked at me ready to answer any question I had. My voice drops to a whisper
"Are we ready for this baby?" He lifted my chin ever so slightly to look into my eyes.
"I am always ready for anything with you America Schreave." He said.
