The New One ➳ The Selection trilogy sequel [discontinued]

Prologue

America's Point of View

This is great news. This is absolutely, superbly, definitely, infinitely great news. Even now, I'm barely hopping out of my shoes in my excitement to tell Maxon. 

I feel warm, soft hands against my eyes, and I immediately know who it is. Only he has hands so hard - rough? - yet caring and gentle. 

"Maxon!" I squeal. His hands drop from my eyes, and I turn around. "Hey, Your Royal Husbandness."

"Hello, beautiful." he says, guiding me over to a plush sofa. We sit down, and I lean against him comfortably, his arms wrapped comfortably against my waist. Forget underground bunkers; in Maxon's arms is the safest place you can be. 

"So, how are you? You seem stressed." I say as his fingers run through my hair, tugging on them gently.

"Yes, actually. Something is going on. I came here to tell you about it."

"Oh," I pause. "In that case, what is it?" I snuggle more comfortably beside him. 

"New Asia has sent us a letter stating we should meet here!" I'm not looking at him, but I can almost hear the grin he's wearing in his voice. 

"Oh my gosh! Really? This is amazing!" I babble. "Perfect timing, really. Just when I find out! This is excellent news! It fits right in line with - oh. Erm," I trail off, twiddling a lock of my blazing red hair in my fingers. 

"In line with what?" Maxon pulls me closer, and I bend my head slightly down so that everything he says leaves a wisp of breath that tickles my neck.

As much as I like that, I gently pull away. He looks at me weirdly, and I know that this is the time. I take a deep breath.

"Maxon, I'm pregnant!"