Chapter 1:
America POV:
Maxon and I have been married for a year, I'm ready for kids... I just hope he is too.
"Maxon, can I talk to you in our room?" I ask him so nervous I'm shaking.
"America, what's wrong?" he asks noticing my shaking as he walks in.
"Don't you think it's a little lonely in the Palace?" I ask him. He stares at me like I asked him to do a triple-backflip. "With all of my queen duties, I feel like I need a distraction sometimes, something to get my mind off of the pressure." Again with the blank expression on his face. "Uggg!!" I say flopping onto the bed.
"America, my dear what are you trying to tell me?" he asks, even more worried than before.
"I am not your dear. Maxon.... What I'm trying to say is.... Well..... I..."
"America, please tell me." He says sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me.
"Maxon, I want to have a baby," I say looking into his sweet chocolate colored eyes. He is so surprised that he falls off of the bed and onto the floor. "Maxon!" I say laughing.
"I'm alright, you just surprised me a little bit...." he says standing back up.
"Maxon, it's alright if you don't want to have a baby...." I trail off because I it's really not alright, I want this so bad.
Maxon takes my hand in his, "America, why would you think that I wouldn't want a baby?"
"Oh, I don't know Maxon maybe it's the fact that you just fell off of the bed because I brought up the idea."
"My America," I smile at my nickname, "I would be honored to have a child with you, I'll have as many as you want."
"Really?" I ask my eyes widening.
"Really. America when do you want to try?" he asks me warmly. I kiss him.
"Does now work for you?" I ask him leaning in so I can kiss him. He closes the gap and presses his lips to mine and nods his head. We deepen the kiss as I start to unbutton his shirt, he is trying to find the zipper on my dress finally he does but he pauses to ask a silent question, I nod as I unbutton the last button. He unzips my dress all the way down. He pulls away to look at me.
"You are so beautiful America. I love you. "I blush as red as my hair.
"I love you too... now kiss me please" I smile. He kisses me as I unbuckle his belt.
It was the best night of my life.
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Not Your Typical Princess:Selection Fanfiction (COMPLETE)
FanfictionWARNING!! Read The Selection, The Elite and The One BEFORE you read this!! Maxon and America have twin daughters one of them is what you would think of when you think Princess but the other.... She isn't, she wears t-shirts and jeans and loves baseb...
