Broken Hearts and Broken Lives - A Maxerica Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen

helooooooooo the chapter cover is america's dress for the day, nothing else to rly say besides that school is starting soon so I'll try to update at least twice a week starting then

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America P.O.V.

"Do you think we should tell my family soon?" I ask Maxon when I come into his bedroom after getting into my pajamas.

"I think it's up to you, we don't have to tell the country until it starts to show though, and we can tell my mother whenever we tell your family," Maxon says, putting his book down and opening his arms for me.

"She seemed very confident," I laugh a little remembering how she basically asked us to make a baby earlier today.

"Just a little," Maxon says pinching his fingers together,

"Sure," I roll my eyes and turn over, trying to fall asleep when I have to go to the bathroom. "I just went," I complain as I open the covers and walk to the bathroom.

"How was it?" Maxon asks

"Don't you dare," I hiss, narrowing my eyes at him while he holds them up in the air.

"My bad," he says, "come, now let's go to bed,"

"Fine," I say, even though we weren't arguing and fall asleep to Maxon's breathing.

"You're breathing too loud!" I complain in the middle of the night, right after I get back into bed after using the bathroom again.

"Sorry," I think I hear him mumble, turning his face into the pillow so that I won't hear his breathing.

"I'm sorry," I start to cry, "I didn't mean to make you mad," the tears start to come out more and more as I turn the other way and try to cry myself back to sleep.

"No, no," it's alright I hear Maxon say, lifting his head up from the pillow and dragging me towards him.

"Really?" I say, my tone changing completely, damn these hormones are harsh, imagine what it would be like in three months.

"Yes," Maxon says and I hear him mumble something along the words of hormones.

"Don't you go mumbling," I say crossing my arms

"Sorry, sorry, but do you want to go back to sleep, it's only three in the morning," Maxon does a little yawn and I realize I'm tired as well.

"Can I have some strawberry tarts before we go back to bed, please," I plead, trying my best to do puppy dog eyes.

"It's cuter when you try to do them," Maxon laughs a little before ringing the bell for a maid to come, he asks her for some strawberry tarts and in no time I'm back asleep only to be woken by the bed shifting.

"You woke me up," I complain in a gravelly voice, seconds before I jump up and run to the bathroom to throw up.

"You seem to have woken yourself up," Maxon says lightly, coming in to hold my hair back while I puke my guts out.

"Done?" he asks after a couple of minutes of silence, I nod and he gives me a kiss on the cheek before I can slap his hand away.

"I'm gross," I complain, "let me shower first," I get up and he gets up as well

"And let me help you," he takes his shirt off and I can't help admiring his chest. We've been married for over two months but the gym does pay off, I swear.