The Honeymoon

Chapter 9

I could tell Maxon was worried about me, but I couldn't make myself assure him. What would I even tell him. I'm fine? What if I am not fine.... What if something happens and I leave my kids and him alone one day. When we pull up to the castle, I open my door before someone else does, and walk into the palace, and right to my room on the third floor. 

"America!" I hear Maxon shout behind me. I didn't even acknowledge him. I can't. I just want to get in my room, send my maids away, and lay in my bed and cry until I can no longer cry. I just want to be alone right now. Right before I get to my door, I felt strong arms pull me to a body.

"America, whats wrong," I hear Mason whisper in my ear. 

"Please just let me be alone," I say trying to get out of his grip.

"No, the last time I left you alone to grieve, I almost lost you. America, I can't lose you again. Please lets fight this together," he says holding me tighter. Thats when I broke down. In the middle of the hallway, Maxon is holding onto me while I sob into his shoulder. 

"Lets go to our room, and we can lay down," he says, picking me up. In this huge castle, Maxon and I have our own separate rooms, and one room for both of us. The separate is for when one of us needs a little space, or one is away and the other can't be in the conjoined room together. He carries me just two doors down, and takes me into our room. He places me gently on the big bed, and climbed in next to me.

"Please tell me what you are thinking," he says as we cuddle closer. 

"This is what took my dad," I say voicing the first thought that came across my mind. 

"Yes it is my dear," he says silently. "What else are you thinking?"

"How I am scared that it will cause me to leave you and our future kids if I get to stressed. Maxon,  I saw how it wrecked my family, I can't do that to you. What makes it worse is that I am the Queen, and the people of this country look to me for guidance. What if one day I wouldn't be there for them. You heard what the doctor said, 'Any stress could cause another one.' I guess I am just scared for that," I let it all out. I started to cry at some point during the explanation. 

"America, we will fight this together. One step at a time. I promise you this, we won't let this stop us. We are stronger then this okay?" He says before showing me in kisses. We laid like that the rest of the night, talking about anything and everything, and in between breaking for kisses. 

We enjoyed the night together, and when we went to bed, all I could think about was how much I felt loved here, and how I will fight this fight with my loved ones beside me.