I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO KEIRA CASS.
What happened if Maxon wasn't prince. What if Maxon and America were both just 5's trying to make things work? Find out in "My dear, I will love you forever"
THIS IS MY FIRST STORY IM S...
It was one week until the wedding. A month and a half until Christmas. Two months until the new year. Today I had my last dress fitting. It was a beautiful lace gown and I couldn't wait for Maxon to see me in it. It was a more expensive gown but one of the families Maxon takes photos for gave us a large amount of money for our wedding. I guess two's can be nice sometimes. I had heard Maxon was done with his last suit fitting and was waiting outside. May came up to me with a box in her hands. I stepped down off of the platform I was standing on, admiring my wedding dress.
"Ames. Look at what Maxons siblings dropped off for you!" May cried.
I took the box from her. I opened the lid and gasped. Inside rested the most beautiful and delicate veil I have ever seen. A note rests on top.
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Maxon POV
I hear crying on the other side of the door.
"Love? Are you okay?" I ask slowly
"Y...Y..Yeah. Im okay. I'll be out in a sec."
"Okay love."
I lean against the wall. I still cant believe that I get to marry America in a week. I am the luckiest man alive. The door opens and interrupts my thoughts. America comes out wearing her grey crop top and light denim shorts. Her white converse gleam. I smile like an idiot and she gives me a questioning look.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Because in a week I get to marry the most beautiful woman on earth." I say cheesily.
"Oh you romantic." She sighs. I kiss her cheek and open the front door of the mall. We look for the car. We forgot that it was on the other side of parking lot. I look at her asking a question with my eyes. She smiles and takes off running. Who knew it was so hard to run in dress shoes? I sigh as I see my beautiful fiancé fumbling with the keys trying to get in. I smirk and dangle the keys in front of my face. She sighs and gets in her side of my black Audi.
"America, love?" I ask.
"Hmm?"
"I was thinking, what if we had the honeymoon after Christmas? Or right at the holidays?"
She looks at me, her eyes shining like a star. She wraps her arms around my neck.
"Oh Maxon! We can? Really?" Her voice softens
"Christmas just the two of us?"
I nod and smile at her giddiness.
SIX DAYS LATER
America POV
I was very rudely awaken at dawn by Marlee roughly shaking my shoulders.
"Ames wake up! We gotta get you outta here before Maxon wakes up."
