America's point of viewI wake up open my eye slightly. Maxon is sitting up in the bed. He notices I'm awake and smiles at me.
It's been about a month and Maxon has put in his new security plans. We haven't had any attacks. I don't know if that cams me or worries me that they are planning something big.
"Good morning" he whispers.
"Good morning. What time is it? Don't you have a meeting?" I ask.
He just looks at me.
"On this day last year, we met the night before the selection officially started on accident," He says.
"Really? You remembered that? Has it really been a year?" I question.
"Yes," He says.
"Wow. That's amazing that you remember the day we met." I say.
"I have a day planned for us," he says.
"Maxon, you really are the best."
I got up from the bed and walked into the queen suit to get dressed and ready.
When I'm all ready I walk back into our room. Maxon is fixing his tie in a mirror. It's funny how we have been married for months and we still try to impress each other.
I giggle and walk up behind him. He smiles at me in the mirror. I hug him from behind.
"Are you ready?" He asks.
"Yes."
He turns and holds out his arm. I giggle and take it. We walk into the hallway.
When we down the hall I recognize two guards at the door to the gardens. Where have I seen them?
"What are you thinking about?" He asks.
"Rhodes two guards look familiar...I must have just seen them around the palace or something." I say.
"They were the ones guarding it the first night we met," he says.
My eyes widen. How does he remember these things?
"The ones who wouldn't let me out, until you came to the rescue?" I joke.
"That's them," he says.
"Maxon this is so sweet. I can't believe you remembered even the small details. This really is amazing." I say.
He just places a kiss on my head and we walk into the gardens.
We make our way to our bench. When we make it I stop for a moment.
I look down and engraved in our bench is..
M+A, Tugging my ear
I feel happy tears stream down.
I just repeat it in my head
M+A.
tugging my ear.
I can't help but giggle at our old little inside joke.
I feel him wipe my happy tears away with his thumb.
"'Maxon...I.....I don't know what..." I stutter.
"I love you," I say.
"I love you too." He says.
I look to my right and see a blanket and a picnic basket set down.
We walk over to it and sit down.
He reaches into the basket and starts to pull food out.
"And last but not least....." he says.
He pulls his hand out and there is a tray of strawberry tarts.
"Yum!!" I say.
He chuckles.
We begin to eat.
"Maxon, thank you for all this," I say.
"It was really noth—" he begins, but I cut him off.
"It is perfect." I say.
He smiles.
"I'm glad you like it," he says.
"Of course I do. This has been so perfect. You are the most amazing husband ever. Maxon, I truly love you so much," I say.
"I love you more," He says.
"No way," I challenge.
Before I know he is tickling me.
"Hahahaha" I giggle.
"Say it!!" He jokes.
"Never!!" I say between laughs.
He tickles me more.
"Okay! Okay! You win!!" I say.
He smiles. "I knew I would."
I roll my eyes at his childishness.
I feel water drops falling. I look up at him with a huge smile.
More rain falls.
He stands up and holds out his hand.
"May I have this dance?" He asks.
"Why of course," I joke.
This is another one of our things. Rain.
I rest my head on his chest as we sway to the rain.
I could feel his heartbeat on my head. We stayed like that for what felt like forever.
I know we will always be here for each other. Even when we fight there is no where we would rather be then with each other.
I looked up at him and tugged my ear. He did the same and I smiled.
This has been a good day.
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Selection Epilogue
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