Maxerica - Thanksgiving Special

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A/N [old me]
So I guess whenever there's a holiday, I'll write a Maxerica story. I hope you're not too disappointed😉

"Oh, Ahren, not near the oven!" America exclaimed, running over to her five-year-old son and scooping him up in her arms. She gave him a tight squeeze and smiled into his golden hair. "Mommy doesn't want you to get hurt, sweetie."

"I know," the little boy whined, squirming in his mother's grasp. "You've told me a million times."

America set Ahren down and kneeled in front of him so they were face to face. "Honey, I tell you because I don't want you burning yourself. It would give you a really big ouchie, and you don't like those, do you?"

"No, mommy," he answered. His grumpy expression changed immediately, his eyes sparkling and his face brightening. "But the turkey is ginormous! See, it's this big!" He held out his hands as wide as he could, his eyes as big as saucers.

"Oh yes, the turkey is huge!" America laughed and ruffled her baby's hair. "Okay Ahren, you can go play now. But please, stay away from the oven. Understand?"

"Yes, mommy," Ahren giggled and wrapped his arms around her neck. "You're the bestest, you know that?"

"Aww, thank you sweetheart," America smiled, her heart bursting. She never wanted Ahren to grow up. Their embrace was cut short when the young prince decided he wanted to go play, and he ran off quickly, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

America sighed and turned around. If only time didn't have to go by so quickly. It was only yesterday that she'd been complaining to her mother about signing up for the Selection. Where had all that time gone?

"Ah, here you are!" America looked up and was met with the most handsome face she'd ever known.

"Maxon," she breathed, rushing into his open arms. He smelled like peppermint and aftershave, just like always.

"Happy Thanksgiving, my darling wife," he said, leaning back and brushing America's bright hair out of her face. It seemed like every moment he looked at her, she was more beautiful than before.

"Oh Thanksgiving," whispered the dazzled Queen. "What a wonderful holiday."

"Yes, I'm so glad we found it," said Maxon. "It not only makes us happy, but the people of Illéa as well. Did you know crime has dropped 45% since Halloween? And another 10% when we announced this new holiday?"

America giggled and rolled her eyes. "Yes Maxon, you've only told me a million times." She paused for a moment and smiled at the irony. Not ten minutes ago had little Ahren told her the exact same thing.

"Momma, momma!" Cried a little voice from behind. America and Maxon spun around, worry etched into their foreheads. Their expressions relaxed when they saw their sweet baby Eadlyn running towards them, her friend Kile close behind.

"Yes baby, what's wrong?" America asked.

"Well, when is the turkey and stuffin' gonna be done? 'Cause my tummy is super hungry, and so is Kile's."

"Well, how about we have dinner right now?" Suggested Maxon. "I think the kitchen staff should be almost done by now."

Eadlyn spun around in excitement. "Oh yay, oh yay! It's Thanksgiving todaaaaay!"

Maxon and America laughed. Their daughter was so full of life and happiness, and someday she would grow up and become the Queen. She would be so beautiful, and their only hope was for the people of Illéa to love her as much as they did.

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"Ahren, would you like to tell us something you're thankful for?" Maxon asked, the head of the table. Everyone was seated in the dining room, enjoying the huge meal that the kitchen staff had prepared for them. Aspen and Lucy were there, including the small Woodwork family. America's mother and little sister were, too. It saddened the King immensely that his own mother and father never got a chance to participate in Thanksgiving.

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