PART ONE

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It's going to happen any day now. Maxon could feel it.

The two miracles that made his heart filled with so much love; he thought he might turn into a giant heartshaped smile that shone bright every time he looked at his lovely America.

His America.

He loved every part of this red haired, fierce and strong beautiful woman, who made every day a fantastic day.

He cast her a glance as she walked beside him in the gardens.

She had an enormous belly now. Maxon wanted to kiss every inch of that belly, somehow hoping that if he showed the babies how much he already loved them,
they would come and not wait a second longer.

America looked tired - still, those icy blue eyes were wide open, looking up into the sunset coloured sky.

Maxon knew America liked to spend time outside, especially in the evening.

Suddenly, Americas face crumbled and she laid her hands on her belly.

"What's happening?!"

Though Maxons voice was filled with exitement, there were also some fear. Gosh, he hated seeing America in pain.

"Cramps. They're getting worse",

America said as she managed to put a small smile on her lips through the pain.

"Should we get you to the hospital wing?"

Americas shoulders relaxed and she took a breath of relief.

"No, not just yet. But very soon."

She looked him in the eyes and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"But I would most definetly need some strawberry tarts."

Maxon laughed. He did'nt even know how many strawberry tarts America ate throughout her pregnancy, but it was a lot.

He offered her his arm as they walked into the palace again, heading straight to the kitchen.

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