Forever- a Selection Fanfiction

Chapter Seven- The Discussions

When America sits down for breakfast in the gardens, a spot I specifically picked out, and notices the third person at the table she asks in surprise "What's this?"
"Well, my dear, it's about time we had a serious chat about the wedding."
"The-the wedding? As in the wedding? As in our wedding?"
"That would be it." I begin. "And I have kindly asked Aspen here if he would be the Best Man. After all, I couldn't think of anyone you would rather. I mean, it can't be either of our fathers, and I presumed you wouldn't want Kota to-"
"It's wonderful." She says, then turns to Aspen. "Thank you."
"It's my honour, Mer." He replies.
AMERICA POV
"So have you arranged anything else for the wedding? " I ask.
"No, not yet. I needed you and your girly sense of style-"
"My sense of style? You are forgetting that my side of the bet that won you our first date was to wear pants for a week." I almost laugh.
"Well, yeah. Unless-"
"Get Marlee to do it." Aspen cuts in. "She's had a rough time, especially with Carter's death, she's not holding up well. This will give her a chance to take her mind off grieving."
Maxon looks at me. "Is that okay with you?"
"I couldn't think of anyone better to do it." I reply. Marlee it is. I think she'll be my maid of honour, too.
Aspen looks at his watch and begins to stand. "Well, I have to go now, your Majesties."
"Aspen," I roll my eyes. "Just call us by name."
"Fine." he huffs. "Maxon, Mer, I will see you later."
As Aspen disappears into the palace, Maxon checks his watch also. "And we," he says and he grabs my hand. "Have a strategic placement meeting to attend."
I groan. "God. Not another one. I see why you used to sneak out and see me during them. They're exhausting!"
"And plus," he says as we begin to walk back. "I love you."
I give his hand a squeeze. "I love you too."
"I love you more."
"Really? Well, first one back to the castle loves the other the most. Set, go!"
I take off. "Hey, no fair! I'm in dress pants!" Maxon calls out from behind me."
"Get over yourself!" I call over my shoulder. "I'm in this gown!" I keep running and I don't stop until I slap the hard brick of the palace wall.
"Gosh." Maxon pants as he touches the stone. "That was almost as hard as keeping up with you."
"Well clearly. You were trying to keep up with me."
"I meant mentally." He turns his head and gives me a smirk. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso, leaning my head on his chest. He rubs my back with his palm. "Come on, we're going to be late."
"Ugh, why do we have to go?"
"Because, we have to rule this country?" He laughs.
We walk along in silence for a few minutes and reach the staircase. "What if we just don't show up?"
"America, you know we can't do that. Lives are in our hands." He's serious and right and that annoys me.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I promise after dinner, I'll spend all my time with you." He raises his eyebrow in a suggestive way.
I laugh. "Okay, okay!" He pulls me in closer and kisses the top of my head.
"All for you, only for you." He whispers.
"I love-" I begin before I'm cut off.
"Excuse me, Lady America, Prince Maxon, but the advisers are waiting your arrival for the meeting to start." A palace servant comes to us. Maxon coughs slightly as he pulls away from me and I do the same.
"Um... uh we will be there in no less than a minute so no need to run back. Thank you." Maxon dismisses the short man.
"Looks like we have to go now." I sigh.
"Well we had to go anyway."
"I guess."
After we sit through an hour of boring chatter and make a few small decisions, we finally leave and head down to dinner.
"Uh, America?" Maxon asks me as we pass our rooms.
"What?" I say curtly.
"Maybe you should, uh, get dressed?" I look at myself in the mirror that hangs in the hall and see the mess that my hair is in.
"I think that would be wise." I whisper for no reason.
I walk into my room and Mary, Anne and Lucy just sigh. "Ah, miss, we were beginning to think you'd already gone down to dinner." Mary says.
"Lucky for me, I have a fiancée who won't allow that." I laugh.
They make me back up and dress me in an evening gown, even though it's only me and Maxon dining tonight.
When we have finished dinner, we head back upstairs and lie on our backs, twiddling our thumbs on Maxon's bed in silence.
Finally, he breaks the ice. "America, I think it's time we had a serious talk."
"About what?" I sit up to look at him.
"About having kids." He heaves.
I laugh. "We're not even married yet!"
"I know, but how many do we want, when do we want them, do we want a nanny, are you going to be okay with-"
"Shhh," I tell him. "We'll sort that out later. For now, all I know is that we want them, and if we have one, that's okay. If we have five, that's also okay. We will love them, and care for them, and everything will be okay. Okay?"
"Okay." He whispers, closes his eyes and I fall asleep to the rise and fall of his chest.

Hey thanks for reading I know I haven't updated for a while but I hope this satisfies your Maxerica cravings❤️ it might not be that long but i will update again tonight yay! Ilysm