Broken Hearts and Broken Lives - A Maxerica Fanfiction

Chapter Nineteen

Helloooo all, so I think I'm going to end this story in the next chapter or so, caus it just seems done, Ik their's only like what, twenty chapters? But some of them are longer in others, but don't worry I'll be writing another Maxerica book or whatever so hopefully I'll start that soon.

Luvs,

Princessamericaschreave

Maxon P.O.V.

I tried to talk to America after tucking in the kids but that didn't work, so I decided to talk to her when she comes into the bathroom, but first, I must shower.

"Hm hm hmmm," I hum one of her old songs as I get out of the shower but as I look up, I find a bright pink America staring back.

"Sorry," I hear her say as she grabs her products from the sink, her face as pink as ever, she starts to walk away but I realize, I can't let it happen again, we have to talk, so I grab her wrist.

"America, please, can we talk?" I grab a shirt, realizing that I'm just in a towel and quickly throw it on.

"Not right now, Annabelle is in my room," she sounds annoyed, as she should be, but we need to solve this.

"She can wait, but our relationship can't," I'm practically begging at this point and I can tell that she finally gives in.

"Maxon, you cheated on me, what more is there to say?" She basically throws her things back on the counter and crosses her arms.

"America, I needed you to guide me but guess what? It was my fault! It was my fault you got taken! It was my fault you weren't there when she came! It was my fault we don't have a baby!" I exhale after, finally, I let go of what I've been holding in, it's all my fault.

"You didn't have to cheat on me!" She yells back, her face turning more red than pink.

"Do you think I wanted to!" I retort back, using my hands for extra effect

"No!" She yells back, and after that, we're both silent, we've gotten nowhere with this conversation, another one of my faults.

"Look, maybe we should just talk about this tomorrow," America sighs and starts to walk out. I want to stop her but what else do I have? No baby, no support, no one.

"Why?" I ask into the open, empty nursery, the one we had built after Ahren, Eadlyn, and Annabelle, preparing for another baby.

"Why, why, why," I let the tears flow out and let my knees collapse onto the ground. I'm in front of a giant picture wall, one with pictures of our family so that our babies would recognize us.

I cry and cry and cry until I feel them, the soft familiar hands around my waist, the familiar head nuzzled into my neck, and the short calm breathes.

"America," I croak and turn my head slightly, I find America, some stray tears on her face but she still looks as beautiful as ever, she's a little paler but other than that she looks fine, I see some faint smile marks by her eyes and I get confused.

"Hey, it's alright, shhh, I love you," she turns me around fully and she lays my head on her lap, running her thumb down the side of my face and playing with my hair.

"I love you too," I whisper before leaning up to kiss her.

Soon we're on the ground, our bodies pressed together, trying to get every part of the other person, our clothes thrown around the room.

"Hello?" We hear a knock on the door and at that, I realize we're still in the nursery. America throws on the dress she was wearing before and I throw on my boxers and shorts, putting on a random sweatshirt that I had left in the nursery weeks before.