Your Royal Husbandness (The Selection fanfic)

Ch4:Just you and me. America and Maxon. <3

America's POV:

"America, darling, when are you EVER gonna wake up?" He kissed me awake. Is that even a phrase.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched.

"What? This bed is too comfy." I mumbled innocently.

"Oh so you're blaming the bed for not wanting to wake up but not how you dreamt about me," Maxon smirked, his elbow against the bed sheet.

"Who said I dreamt about you?" I raised my eyebrow and tried my best to sound playful.

"You were giggling in your sleep last night,"

"Maybe that's someone else making me laugh in my dreams,"

"Well, you called my name,"

I could feel my cheeks turning pink. I covered my face with my blanket. It's embarrassing that he knows that I dreamed of him. 

Maxon chuckled and pulled me out.

"Come on! We're gonna be late for our honeymoon!!" Maxon finally got the blanket away from me and picked me up bridal style.

He carried me away from the bed and towards the doors.

"MAXON!!! Put me DOWNNN!!! AHHH!!"

He was swinging me around, I have a feeling that I will fall any moment.

Maxon took our suitcase while still holding me in his strong arms. He carried me all the way downstairs. I saw a girl standing at the end of the stairs, chatting with another girl.

"Americaa!!!" The girl turned and screeched. It was Marlee.

"Awwww!!" Marlee screeched again.

Maxon's still carrying me. I could feel my face heating up.

I elbowed his chest softly and he let me down. One of the many things I love about Maxon is that he understands me. He knows I don't like to be intimate with him in public, not even around my best friend, and he respects that. I truly appreciate that. 

"Marlee!! I haven't seen you since the wedding!" I said happily as I gave her a quick hug.

"I know!! I've missed you!! I can't believe you're now heading for your honeymoon! When am I gonna see you again?"

I peeked over at Maxon. Maxon haven't told me how long our trip to Italy's gonna last, he said it was a surprise.

"You'll know when she comes back," Maxon smiled. "I'm sorry, I don't wanna give out too much," He added and he winked at me.

"Well, enjoy your honeymoon! Both of you! You guys don't have to worry about Illéa!" Marlee said enthusiastically.

I embraced her one last time and left.

Maxon offered me his arm and I happily took it as we make our way to the palace's main gate.

"Do you really have to keep that a secret?" I asked curiously. 

"Aye," Maxon answered almost immediately. He continued, "But there's nothing you should worry about," He searched for my eyes and smiled. "I'm gonna do all the planning. You, just sit back, relax and enjoy our honeymoon." 

"Our honeymoon." I couldn't help but smile at those words. Finally, I am his, and he is mine. We belong to each other now, and things we both share could finally be called ours. 

He puts his hands around my waist and was smiling as well. I'm glad he felt the same way.

"Yes, darling. Our honeymoon. Just you and me, enjoying ourselves. No Illéa, no politics, no business, nobody else, just you and me. Not the King or Queen of Illéa, just America and Maxon." He announced proudly.