King and Queen

Chapter 3: Reception and Coronation

      Although Maxon and I tried to stay together as much as possible during our reception, we kept getting separated due to everyone trying to congratulate us at the same time.

    “America! Come here!” Celeste yelled, pulling me away from the food table.

    “Yes?” I asked and laughed.

    “We have presents for you!” Marlee said, bringing me over to one of the tables and pushing me down into a chair.

    “You know guys, this is great and everything, but I would really like to try and find my husband. I want to spend time with him and not be separated every ten seconds,” I said as I stood up.

    “Give me at least an hour with him, and then we’ll come back to open gifts,” I propositioned.

    “Okay, America, you have one hour, I’ll come and find you when your time’s up,” Celeste said to me.

    “Deal,” I said, looking around the room for the honey blonde head I’ve come to love so much. When I found him, he was surrounded by a group of advisors I’d never met before.

    “Maxon?” I said, walking over to him. I then looked at the advisors he was with and blushed. “My apologies for interrupting your conversation, but I was hoping that I would be able to steal my husband from you,” I said, dropping into a curtsy.

    “Our pleasure, Your Highness. Congratulations to both of you,” The head advisor said, bowing to us once I stood.

    “Thank you, you may leave now,” Maxon said to them.

    “Sorry, I didn’t break up anything important did I?” I asked him.

    “No, you’re fine dear,” Maxon said and smiled.

    “Don’t start,” I said to him. He just smiled at me.

    “I love hearing you call me that, you know?” He said, kissing my cheek.

    “Call you what?” I asked him.

    “My husband,” He said, kissing me again.

    “Oh yeah? Well, I love you, Your Royal Husbandness,” I said to tease him.

    “America,” He groaned and pulled me as close to him as he possibly could.

    “We should get out of here,” I whispered in his ear.

    “Trust me, I would love to, in fact I want nothing more than that, but don’t you think it would be a bit improper of us to leave our own reception?” He asked me.

    “Who cares about being improper? We’ve already broken rules with our relationship, what’s one more?” I said to him as I ran my hands down his chest.

    “Don’t tease me like this,” He said to me, his voice catching in his throat.

    “What are you going to do about it?” I asked, smiling even though I felt guilty for leading him on.

    “You’ll see later,” was all he said before he straightened his tie.

    “Come on everyone, it’s picture time!” Sylvia said as she brought out our wedding cake. “Maxon, America, next to the cake please.”

    Maxon and I repositioned ourselves so he stood with his arm around my waist and my hands were on his chest. The cake was then pushed in front of us.

    “Ready? One, two three-” Before she took the picture, I felt someone push on the back of my head, causing me to get a face full of chocolate buttercream. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw Maxon licking the icing off his lips.