Something More Than Happily Ever After Maxerica

Last Day

Hi! The whole thing will remain America's POV, unless said different. OMG!! Thanks for over 1k views! I can't believe that this many people actually like my writing, want to read more and get excited for my updates! Am I the only one who is like, "Yes!!! So and so updated their book!!!"?? If I find time to update, the updates will most likely be long and not very consistent.  Enjoy!
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{14th day/Last Day of the #Maxerica Honeymoon}
[8:43 a.m.]

America POV
Our private airplane will arriving to this house  at 3:00 p.m. to pick us up and take us back to The Palace.  Maxon and I are very sad to leave.  "Hey, Maxon?" I ask.
Maxon looks up at me, "Yeah?"
"Next summer do you think we could come back here, next year for just a week?"
"Probably," Maxon says as he shrugs his shoulder.
By 9:15 we have a plan.  We are going to do a little bit of everything we've done so far, or a modification of it.
Make omelettes for breakfast. 
Swim.
Swimming competition. 
Sandcastles. 
Pancake snack.
Lunch date.
Eat cotton candy.
Shop for snacks for the flight back.
Window shop at small store. 
Knee Maxon where the sun doesn't shine.
Wait, that wasn't part of the plan.  Or at least I didn't think it was. Scratch that.  😹
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I go downstairs to start cooking the omelettes.  I was going to teach Maxon, but really don't have that kind of time today.  I'm putting bacon, mushrooms, American cheese and ham in Maxon's.  In mine I'm putting ham, bacon, and cheddar cheese. 
As I'm about to put the omelettes on plates, Marlee texts me.
Marlee: I will tell you when you get back tonight. Okay?
America: Okay.
"Maxon!" I call, "Breakfast is ready!"
"Coming!" Maxon yells back at me, while running downstairs. I'm just setting the table when Maxon comes down to eat. "Smells good America. I can't wait to eat."
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After we finish eating breakfast, we change into our swimsuits. I'm wearing my blue Aztec print bikini and Maxon is wearing tropical sunset print swim trunks. This time I am able to walk down the stairs on my own two feet. I wade in the water slowly. Where as Maxon takes a very simple technique to get in the water, by running in and plunging under. I decide the paddle over to Maxon, but I can't find him.
"Maxon?!" I call. "Where are you?" I'm trying not to panic. Did he drown? Is he alive?
I feel two hands wrap around and I scream at the top of my lungs. The chest cradles around my body and fits together with me. I whip my head around. "What the heck is wrong with you Maxon? Don't scare me like that!" I scold Maxon.
Maxon puts his hands up in innocence, "I thought it would be funny," he states while we laughs. I'm trying to laugh it off and play it cool in front of my husband, but heart is beating so fast. I can feel my heartbeat in my toes.
"Come on, let's make up a competition," I say.
"That buoy to the other buoy directly across from it," Maxon says, while pointing out the buoys while he talks.
"It's on." I began wading over to the start line. "I get to say, go, this time!" I call out.
Maxon and I get positioned at the start line. "Ready... set... goat!" I yell. Maxon takes off like there's no tomorrow. "False start!"
"Dang it!" Maxon says frustrated.
"I said, goat, instead of, go," I state.
Maxon sighs, "America you pronounce, goat, like go, because you don't enunciate the, t."
"That was the joke, Maxon," I say as he sulks.
We get back on the starting line.
"Ready... set... go!" I call out.
We take off. Maxon started off better than I did, so he is beating me by a couple of yards. As I'm just about to touch the buoy, Maxon grabs my hands and we touch it together.
"Sorry America, I didn't want us to have to deal with the prizes at the palace," Maxon says with intelligence. I peck him on the lips unexpectedly and he immediately deepens the kiss.
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Maxon and I get out of water and dry off. We aren't going to make the palace like last time. We are just going to do a smaller one. This time I remembered the buckets. Maxon starts out by flattening out a patch of sand for the sand castle. I fill up the bucket and give it to Maxon he flips it over and gives it bs m to me. We do that until we don't need any more towers. Then he and I work together to make the base, that connects the towers together. I still end up having to run back in the house. I had to grab my phone to take a picture of the sandcastle it doesn't look as good as last time, but I still want a picture.
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P.S. We need a pancake emoji! #desperate
I grab the pain used from breakfast and washed by hand. Maxon comes in to the kitchen to watch. I grab eggs from the fridge and mixed berries from the freezer.  I finish gathering everything else and get cooking.
I end up with 2 giant pancakes, instead of six average sized ones, because I cut the recipe in half.  Maxon grabs the syrup, ready to soak his pancake in syrup.  This time I use whipped cream, only on mine.  I think there would be an injury if I took away Maxon's syrup.  I serve the pancakes on the table and Maxon begins drenching his in syrup.  I make a little whipped cream tower on mine, then slice up the pancake.  I think I'm going to finish my pancake before Maxon, but he gulfs the pancake down super fast.  It was probably the syrup that made him eat faster.  A couple minutes later I finish mine. 
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Maxon and I have a lunch date at, Eleanor's, to get ready for.  It is not a super fancy restaurant, but it is nice enough to have a dress code, an assumed dress code.  I'm pretty sure you should not wear street clothes into the restaurant.  I shower quickly, making sure that he has a little bit of warm water.  After I pick out the black dress that Anne slipped in my suitcase without me knowing, because I had forgotten them.  I sit down in front of the vanity to start my hair and makeup.  I brush my hair out and twist my hair into a low bun. I secure it with a hair tie.  Then I pull out my out my makeup bag and start to apply foundation and concealer.  Then I pull out brushes to do a natural eye.  After I apply liquid eyeliner and a thin layer of mascara.  Quickly, I swipe on light blush.  Then I go with a light pink lipstick.  I decide to be done with my makeup. 
Maxon is on the other side of the room getting dressed into his outfit for today.  Today he is wearing gray dress pants and an white long sleeve button down dress shirt.  Now he is doing his hair, putting gel in it to kind of push to the side. 
I'm just on my phone checking my social media.  Maxon finishes getting ready and we head off to the restaurant. 
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When get there we find out that you can seat yourself.  Maxon and I choose a booth in a quieter corner.  I pick up the menu and flip through it.  "Phew, the prices are not super crazy and obnoxious," I say in relief.  Maxon shoots me a smile. 
The waitress, Janelle, greets us and we order our drinks.  I get a 5 ounce glass of champagne, along with a glass of water.   Maxon gets a glass of Seltzer Water.  I continue looking through the menu. I could order pizza... or noodles... or shrimp scampi... or steak... or sautéed chicken... I'm just going to order shrimp scampi.  Maxon orders spaghetti and sausage. 
"You're going to have to be very careful," I warn Maxon like a mother, "You're wearing a nice white shirt."  Maxon lets out a deep, manly chuckle. 
Before we know it, our lunch comes after 20 minutes of messing around.  I scoop up a piece of shrimp and pop it into my mouth... It's actually really good.  The flavor is spot on.  Not too buttery.  It tastes almost identical to The Palaces' shrimp scampi.  Maxon spins his fork and twirls the spaghetti around his fork.  I can see the mess happening. He lifts his fork to his lips and 3 small drips of tomato sauce drip on to his shirt.  "Dang it!" Maxon yells. 
"Shhhh..." I say calming him down.  Only a couple of people look over.  I shoot them a glare and they swiftly turn their heads away. 
I lean over the table and kiss Maxon on the cheek.  "I think you look pretty cute when you're mess," I say. 
Maxon smirks, "Would you like a bigger mess?"
"No!" I say. 
I end up not making a mess.  On the other hand, Maxon has just a few drips of tomato sauce on his shirt and tomato sauce smeared on his face.  I point out the spots where sauce is on his face and he gets most of it off.  I guess we can clean his shirt with stain remover or bleach when we get home... I check the time on my phone and put it away.  Maxon asks me what time it is and I have to look at my phone again, because I wasn't paying enough attention the first time. 
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"It's 12:38," I tell Maxon. 
Maxon thinks for a second.  "So we have like 3 hours until we have to go home.  So I think that we should pay and go get cotton candy." 
"Sounds good!" I cheerfully respond. 
Maxon hands Janelle, our waitress, the Illéa Royalty Family credit card.  For the first time, she doesn't give us a discount or pay for our entire dinner.  I like it.  I feel almost normal again... But once I got selected, I said goodbye to being normal.  Now I'm anything, but an average, normal girl, I'm a queen.
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(⬆️ I am aware that these are lollipops, not cotton candy. They REALLY need to make a cotton candy emoji!)
After we leave, Maxon and I drive out to a grocery store. The whole ride I'm thinking about baby names, although I don't even know if I'm going to have a baby.  When we get there Maxon gets out and comes around to my side to open the door.  We walk into the grocery store hand in hand. 
Right when we walk in, Maxon's phone rings, his work phone, his phone that he ordered the palace to call it only in an emergency. I sneak a peak at the caller before he answers it... it's the palace's emergency phone calling. Uh oh, that's not good. Maxon gestures for me and we walk out of the grocery store to a little quiet spot around the corner. He clicks on the little speaker phone button and hold the phone in between us.
Palace Emergency Phone: Okay this is Aspen, we have a problem.
Maxon: That is...
Aspen: The Northen rebels are trying to sneak into the palace.
America: Where are you now?
Aspen: Every person is in the royal family safe room.
America: Everyone? Like all of the maids and seamstresses and the-
Aspen: Yes, your maids will be fine. The guards are scattered around the palace, waiting for attack.
Maxon: Did you call the jets to come?
Aspen: I called all five of them.
Maxon: Good, they can pick us up at the house. 
Aspen: Would you like us to attack?
Maxon: Let's wait a bit before we jump right to that.
Aspen: If they get close to the doors, shots will be fired.
Maxon: Looks like you've got it in control.
Aspen: The jets will be there in 30 minutes. See you soon.

Aspen POV
I'm really nervous now that Maxon trusts me to make the right decision. Shots will be fired if they get too close. Officer Avery is going to be my partner.

Marlee POV
I'm done with the rebels. I'm sad that America and Maxon have to cut their honeymoon short, but that means that I get to tell America my secret soon.

Maxon POV
I almost went ballistic when I heard that the rebels are close to the palace. I have no more patience left for the rebels. Breath in and out. In and out.

America POV
We won't get to finish the last day of our honeymoon, but when the queens' duty calls, she has to do it for her country.
I'm sad we have to leave early.
Maxon and I walk back towards the car, instead of the grocery store. I hope that once Maxon starts erasing the invisible boundaries, castes, then the rebels will stop attacking. What would life be like without rebels? There would be no need for all of these underground hideouts. Maxon's mother and father would still be alive. They would be king and queen.  My father wouldn't have been supporting the Northern rebels. I wouldn't have known Georgia or August, the last Illéa by birth. Micah would still be alive. I wouldn't have gotten shot in the arm. Natalie's sister would still be with her. Celeste would still be alive. Mary wouldn't have disappeared.  We wouldn't have to draft so many men. There would not be a use for so many guards. Maxon would still be a Prince.  And most importantly, I wouldn't be here with Maxon, Kriss would be in my spot right now.  Kriss would be Maxon's princess.  Maybe I wanted that last attack to happen.  After I'm done with my internal thoughts of what if, tears begin to fall from my eyes.  I can't hold them back any longer.  I let them waterfall down my cheeks. 
Maxon turns his head towards me, "What's wrong darling?"
I magnate to stutter out, "What if there were no rebels? I wouldn't be with you.  Kriss would be with you."  I lose it again. 
"No.  I wouldn't.  I know we had a rough encounter with Aspen, but if was going to propose to one person that day, it would be you.  I told you in the safe room, I never was really looking, all I wanted was you.  What I never told you was that I never loved Kriss.  She was only in love with me.  I had never really talked with her about her life.  From the day you got selected, I looked up as much about you as I could.  I tried my best to make you love me.  Now you do.  I can feel it.  That's all that's important. Being with you now," Maxon says, like he had a rehearsed speech in front of him. We pull into the driveway and I jump out of the car. Maxon comes over to me and gives me a hug, resting his chin on top of my head. He moves his head and lifts my lips to his.
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How was it?! There is going to be a Last Day Pt. 2 coming soon. This an unusually long chapter from me. I think I will get back to writing after I post this. Please continue to comment, vote and follow!
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