Maxerica

Meetings and Greetings

A long day of meetings has worn me out, and we're still in the middle of them.
Today is a big meeting day. From 9 AM to 6 PM we have meetings with the royal council.
Listening to the council's monotone voices all day is making my head throb.
Not to mention I'm starving.
Luckily dinner is in an hour.
I zone out as the treasurer starts talking about military funds.
I think about our baby.
I hope he looks like maxon, but with red hair. None of our kids have had my hair yet. None of them look much like me now that I think about it.
I look at Maxon who's sitting next to me.
He's looking at his papers while the treasurer explains the budget for the military forces.
I look away. This doesn't have much to do with me, so I don't have to pay much attention. Of course I care, but Maxon will go over everything with me later.
My stomach growls and I immediately blush.
Maxon and the girl next to me look at me.
I try to act like nothing happened, but I know my face is red as can be.
Maxon smirks a bit and looks away. The girl looks away as well.
Why did that have to happen...
Not much later the meeting ends and everyone starts to leave. I get up to go.
"Ready to head to dinner?" Maxon asks, getting up as well.
"I guess," I shrug.
"What's wrong?"
I look at him then look away.
"What is it?" he asks me with a worried tone.
"That was embarrassing," I mumble.
"It's fine America. Nobody else noticed."
"The girl next to me did."
"So? She doesn't care."
I huff.
"It's really fine America."
"Fine."
He sighs.
I look at him.
He runs his hand through his hair.
"Let's just go to dinner," I suggest.
"Yeah, ok," he agrees.
He holds his arm out and smiles.
I smile back and grab it, walking with him to dinner.
We get to greet the military service generals and a few of the bigger council members at our dinner.
They all thank us for having them, but it should be us thanking them for their service.
We all have a delightful dinner together.

"I'm going to get a bath," I tell Maxon.
We had just gotten back from dinner and I want to to take a break.
"Good idea. But first, how are you feeling?" he questions.
"Fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Well I know you were stressed about the meetings."
"Not really."
"You were upset."
"Because I was embarrassed."
"I know America. I'm just saying."
"I don't need you reminding me about it."
"Why are you acting like that?"
"Like what."
"Completely rude."
"You're the one who said what I'm upset about isn't a big deal. Then you go reminding me about it."
"I ask about it because I care."
"If you cared you'd let forget about it."
"I just wanted to make sure you're ok."
"I was until you reminded me of it."
He shakes his head.
I roll my eyes.
"Sorry for carrying," he says.
"Whatever."
I go to the bathroom and close the door. I lock it.
I can't believe him!
He's hurting me and I'm the one who gets yelled at. Why can't he just try to understand me.
I turn on the bath and sit on the toilet lid while it fills.
I feel the tears coming and let them out.
I put my head in my hands as I cry.
Why do we have to argue? Why can't we just be happy? I don't want to argue with him. I love him, but sometimes I can't stand him.
Once I calm down I look at the bath tub. It's way to filled, and close to overflowing.
I quickly turn it off and let some drain.
I sigh and get up.
I strip off my clothes and dip into the warm bath.
I my head back in the tub and close my eyes. I take a deep breath and slowly release it.
I quickly drift off.

I jump awake when I hear knocking.
I look around, forgetting where I was for a moment.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Are you ok?" I hear Maxon ask.
"I'm fine. Why?"
"You've been in there for an hour."
"Oh, I'll be right out."
"Alright."
I turn on the drain and stand up. I dry myself with the towel then get out.
I go to green my clothes but realize I never got any in the first place.
I slowly crack open the door a bit.
"Maxon?" I call.
"Yeah?" he asks.
"Can you grab my night gown?"
"Sure."
He grabs it with my undergarments and hands them to me through the crack.
"Thanks," I mumble.
"You're welcome," he says casually.
I get dressed then go out.
He's at his desk in his pajamas.
I go over.
He looks at me.
"I'm sorry," I apologize.
"I'm sorry too," he replies.
I hug him.
He stands up and hugs me back.
"I love you," he says softly.
"I love you too," I promise.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I'm just tired and moody."
"I understand. I should've stayed calm."
"No, I shouldn't have overreacted."
"Lets just pretend it didn't happen."
"Sounds good to me."
He kisses me.
I kiss him back.
He moves back.
I look at him.
"How about you go lay down," he suggests.
"Are you coming too?"
"I'll come over in a bit. I have some more work to do first."
"Ok."
I kiss his cheek and lay down.
I try to stay up to wait for him but I get pulled into the dream world.