The Addition (The Selection)

Chapter Seven

Telling Maxon? That is the hardest part of being pregnant. It's not that he would hate the fact that I am pregnant, it's how I go about telling him that is the hard part of this. Finally, though, I decided why not just tell him in the garden where this whole thing started?

I walk outside the palace to the bench where Maxon and I first exchanged words. It feels as though it's been centuries since we met. . . centuries since I ran to this garden and sobbed on this very bench. I look around the garden and take in the view. 

Nothing has really changed about the garden. The same gravel sits on the sides of the path and the same types of flowers grow in the flower beds. The early November air is crisp, though, and the plants have lost their leaves, no longer being the beauty they were only months ago.

I sit at the table in front of the bench. I sit in the iron chair facing the palace so I can watch for Maxon. As I sit there I begin to overthink what I am about to do. I have held this off for two weeks. I have slept beside Maxon for two weeks and given him small kisses without him even suspecting anything. 

Maybe I need to do something more spectacular. If our spots were reversed, Maxon would take me on some large exploration or turn it into some type of guessing game. Would he even want me to just sit here and tell him?

I am about to stand up and cancel our garden dinner when the french doors to the palace open and Maxon walks out. He grins as he approaches the table and walks over to where I am sitting. He places a small kiss on my forehead and sits across from me. 

"Good evening, America," he tells me. I smile back at him. 

"Good evening to you as well, Maxon," I  reply. He looks down at our empty plates then back up at me, a questioning expression on his face. 

"If you don't mind me asking, what is this all about?" Maxon questions. I give him a teasing grin. 

"You'll just have to wait and see," I respond with a teasing grin. He chuckles as a butler walks up and pours us both a glass of wine as well as a glass of water. I avoid the wine and take a sip of my water. Then several other butlers walk by and fill our plates with chicken, vegetables, and various other food items. 

We eat in silence. Once we have both finished our dessert, Maxon finally speaks. "Are you okay, America? You have hardly said a word," he comments. I nod and take his hand. He gives mine a squeeze and I can see how worried he actually looks. 

"I'm fine. . . I just need to tell you something," I say. He nods as I stand up and pull him up with me as well. We sit on the bunch and he slides a hand on my back. 

"What is it?" he questions. I take a deep breath and push all the nerves away, knowing there is no reason Maxon would be upset about this. 

"Maxon, I'm pregnant," I tell him. He stares at me. 

"What?" he questions. A small smile has formed on his lips. The nervous expression he wore minutes ago has now disappeared. 

"Maxon, I'm pregnant," I tell him once again. He grins as he picks me up by my waist and spins me around. 

"That's amazing, America," he says before pressing his lips onto mine. He lips are sweet like they always are. One of his hands slides to my stomach as he pulls his lips away from mine. Both of us wear large grins. "We're going to be parents."

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Hi! So, I apologize for two things: A) this update is short and B) I took forever to write it. I will try to update tomorrow but I dunno. 

Disclaimer: Kiera Cass owns The Selection, not I.