It's So Much More Than That (A Selection Story)

Chapter 25

So this is basically the bonus epilouge from Maxon's POV. I know it's like the one Kiera Wrote, but bear with me. Hope you enjoy it! DISCLAIMER: All rights go to Kiera!

Chapter 25:

Maxon POV

When I wake up, I already know that today's going to be a wonderful day. The soft Angeles breeze is wafting through the window and my wife is still asleep, looking peaceful. I almost want to go grab my camera and snap a picture of her, but she'd probably wake up before I could get back. Instead, I gently lean in and kiss the back of her shoulder, covering up the little spot of exposed skin there. Slowly, I made my way down her back, lifting the sheets a little, so that I can expose her warm, creamy skin. Even to this day, I still marvel at every little bit of her. She's beautiful, even when she isn't aware of it.

After a while, I feel America shift a little bit, and I know that she is awake. I keep kissing her, and she giggles when I hit a certain spot on her neck.

"Good morning darling." I whisper.

"Good morning." She starts to roll over.

"I was wondering." I murmur into her cheek. "Seeing as it's my birthday, do you think we could get away with spending the entire day in bed?"

She smiles, blinking her eyes open. "And who will run the country?" She questions playfully.

"No one. Let it fall to pieces. So long as I have my America in my arms." I really meant it. Well, I wouldn't let the country fall to pieces, however, everything else seemed irrelevant when I was with her.

"But what about the party? We spent weeks planning." She complained.

I prop my head up on my hand. "Okay, we'll take a ten-minute break to check out the party and come right back." I proceed to wrap my arms around her and cover her with more kisses. I really don't want to leave this bed, and neither does America. We get so distracted that we don't even hear the butler open the door.

"Your Majesty, there's a call from-"

I chuck a pillow at him, not really caring at all who the call is from. I sure hoped it wasn't anyone that important, because I'd really like to go a day without having to waste my time on one more call. The butler quickly retreats into the hall. I think I hear him say "sorry sir". Suddenly, America starts cracking up. I guess she finds it amusing, even though our privacy has been invaded numerous times. You'd think that as King and Queen you'd get a lot of space to yourself, but it's not necessarily the case. I'm glad that she isn't phased by it, so I smile too. Compared to some situations we've been through, this one is one of the better ones, to say the least. "Well, I guess that answers my question." I say.

America sits up and tries to kiss my cheek, but she suddenly stops. "Oh!" She exclaims.

"Are you alright?" My voice tight with concern.

"Mmhm." She mumbles, covering her mouth. "Sat up too quickly." I comfort her, rubbing her back. Somehow, I don't quite believe her, but I change the subject anyway.

"What time is the party again?"

"Six. Everyone's coming, even my mom."

"Oh, then it'll really be a party!" I exclaim, remembering last New Year's Eve.

She swats me. "Are you ever going to let it go? It was one time."

"She danced in the fountain on New Year's Eve, America. It was amazing, and I will never let it go." The thought of Magna dancing in the fountain makes me chuckle.