Maxon & America: The Married Life (A The Selection Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: America (Part 1)

            Rushing into the bathroom is not one of the things I have to do before I start the day with a smile. I kneel down, put my face above the toilet, and spill the sickness that is inside my stomach. The taste is awful; sour and yuck. I feel a hand rub my back, and his touch sends (as always and usual) a spark throughout my body, traveling like a flicker of light.

            “Are you okay, My Queen?” My husband’s voice lingers in my ears, like a beautiful song, a voice, that makes me relax. I nod at him and give him a smile. There’s an after taste, and it’s much worse than spilling it. Maxon leaves by my side, only to get a water for me. He comes back with a glass of water in his hand, hands it to me, and helps me drink it. “You ought not to work today. I’ll have Sylvan do the work for you.”

            “But —” I protest, but he shuts me out by sealing his lips with mine.

            “It is best not to argue with Your Sexy Royal Husbandness,” he teases me, a smile is carved on his lips. I laugh at his teasing, shaking my head as I do so. “Well, just rest for the day and I’ll try to be sexier. I mean, I’ll try to reorganize my schedule for today in order to be with you.” I clamp my hand over my mouth to prevent from laughing loudly. With that, he kisses my temple, guides me back to the bed, and he walks towards the bathroom to take a shower.

            Being pregnant is exhausting. Mom won’t let me do anything, said that it’s too risky for me. May has been trying to make me smile, to get me out of the bored zone. She has grown up. And she really looks like Dad. Dad. I miss him so much. Whenever I think of him, I feel like my world is not the same anymore, but Maxon is here to mend the wounds; to reclose it. And I’m glad for it.

            Maxon gets out of the room, a white towel is wrapped around his waist. There are beads of water running down on his chest, making it glisten. Maxon gives me a smirk as he continues to watch me watch him. I playfully roll my eyes at him and ready to stand, when Maxon throws himself on the bed and I bounce. He grabs my waist and pulls me into him. Without much effort. He nuzzles his nose in my neck, inhaling it and smiling.

            “I’m going to miss you,” says Maxon, whose eyes are shut softly.

            “Maxon, you’re just going to be inside your office.” I state.

            “Still,” he protests. He crawls down, to face my growing belly. “Hey little kiddo, I’m just going to work. Be careful, okay? Don’t move too much. Don’t stress your mommy here, okay?” He kisses my stomach and crawls up again, capturing my lips with his. “I love you, My Queen.”

            “I love you, too, My Sexy Royal Husbandness.”

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Yes. I know this was sudden. BUT HEY! It's CHAPTER 11 — PART 1! 

I know this is too short, but I will upload the part 2... I guess, tomorrow? I don't know. I still have to review for my exams. I hope you liked—like—this chapter. Thank you very much for reading this story. This fanfiction has garnered a lot of attentions, and I am too happy. I'm so glad! I never thought this fanfiction would reach high reads. Turns out I was wrong. So wrong.

Anyways,  this is for ivywang1030. Thank you for reading this fanfiction! ♥ ♥