Your Royal Husbandness (The Selection fanfic)

Ch 10: Secret?

It's really hard to think of a good title for this chapter. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! 

America's POV:

I woke up at around noon. Last night's event surged through me and terror consumed my body. I glanced over at Maxon, who's still sleeping peacefully, with his arm on my waist.

What am I going to do? What should I tell Maxon? Should I tell him about Garrett and Ava? About the assassination?

My thoughts were twisting into knots that can't be untangled. I stared out the window and take in the gorgeous view, with the golden sun hanging in the sapphire blue sky.

What if I don't tell Maxon? What do I do to make sure the Southern rebels won't hurt my family?

I sat there for so long that I lost track of time. Still haven't got a clue what to do, I sighed, a little too loudly.

Maxon's eyes flickered open and he gazed at me with his mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes. He beamed and his cheeks dimpled. I smiled back and his eyes lit up.

He sat up, leaned in and placed his lips on mine. His lips were soft and warm. I inhaled his scent and it felt like home. For a second, all my worries vanished. He pulled back after a moment and grinned, "Good morning, dear."

"Morning," I couldn't help but smile back.

"How you feeling?" He asked as he entwined his fingers with mine.

"Fine," I said and tried my best to hide my worries. "But a little hungry," I added a few seconds later.

Maxon chuckled, "Let's get room service,"

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The food finally came and we were eating at the little dining table in our suite.

We ate our food quietly and Maxon finally broke the silence.

"So.... do you wanna talk about what...happened last night?" He asked after swallowing his food.

I blinked. I have no idea what to tell him.

"I....uh....I just needed some fresh air last night, so I went out," I looked down at my salmon as soon as I finished that sentence.

"O....kay.... But why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't wanna wake you up,"

"So what happened to your head? And what about the blood splattered on the wall?"

"I...I just tripped on the way out and hit myself on the wall. And I didn't know I was bleeding until I got back."

He raised an eyebrow at me. He put down his fork and reached for my free hand. "You know I can tell when you're hiding something from me," He said. His voice was tender.

"I'm not hiding anything from you." I said, trying to sound convincing.

He squeezed my hand gently. "Please, America. Tell me what's going on,"

Perhaps I should tell him.

"I...." No. I can't let him know. He'll want to hunt down the Southern rebels if I told him. My family would be in danger then.

"Yes, go on," He nodded at me encouragingly.

"uh...." I looked up at the ceiling, hoping a voice would guide me.

Should I tell him about the Southern rebels? Is it safe for him to know? Would the rebels somehow find out that I've told him? Would my family be okay?

And that's when I started crying on the dining table. I tried to control myself. I can't let him see me like this. The sobs were stifled as I attempted to hide my distress. I held my breath for a moment. All of a sudden, the image of my family flashed into my mind unconsciously and I lost it. My whole body was shaking. It was as though a wave of sorrow just poured over me like rain, soaking every inch of my body.

I finally looked up at Maxon. His expression softened and his eyes were full of love and care. He walked over and kneeled beside my chair. He stroked my hands with his gently. "Shh...Darling. Everything's alright. I'm here. I'm listening."

And I told him everything.