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

Chapter 27

Hi there! For some of you who may be wondering why I choose twins, well, it's because I'm trying to stick to the canon as much as possible. I know that it's not entirely "fanfic" per say, but what I'm trying to do is expand on the stories besides what Kiera has already given us. So imagine this like a sort of sequel to The One/prequel to the Heir. Thanks for understanding and enjoy!

Chapter 27:

"America, are you ready honey?" Maxon calls from our room.

"In a moment." I'm adding the finishing touches to my outfit, including the blue bracelet that my husband got me in New Asia at the end of the Selection, which compliments the comfortable dress that I'm wearing. Even though I have an abundance of other jewelry, I enjoyed pulling out my favorites every once in a while, especially when I don't have to act like a queen. "Okay, I'm ready". I say, stepping out of our immense closet.

Maxon's ginning.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing, you just look...so you, that's all."

"Really? I don't look any...different do I?"

"No Ames, you look beautiful. I sure like that color on you though." He smirks.

I look down at my dark blue chevron dress and wrap that looked auspicious enough, I guess. Maxon is dressed in casual dark slacks and a matching blue shirt that highlights his light hair. Somehow, we often ended up matching without even planning it.

"Alright, my royal husbandness, let's get going." He smiles and we make our way down to the garage on this side of the palace. I was nervous, even though it was just a normal outing to go see my family. Typically, we'd dress down and take the least gaudy car that we own, so we wouldn't draw attention.

This time, however, I notice that there's a couple more guards that will be escorting us to my family's house, even if it's just miles down the road. We're still taking the same vehicle that we normally use though. I glance at Maxon, knowing who would've asked there to be more guards.

"America..." He warns.

"But –"

Luckily, I'm not feeling up to arguing with Maxon, so I let it go. My family lives only five miles from the palace, and I don't think that anything is going to happen, but I also know that my husband is not one to overlook precautions.

I get in the back of the plain black car as Maxon wraps his arm securely around my waist, which still sends shivers up my spine. The driver starts to pull out into the Angeles night.

"How do you think we should tell them?" I ask quietly, my lips pressed up against Maxon's ear.

"I have no idea. I guess we'll wait until the time presents itself."

"Well, you'd better have a plan for when my sisters tackle us."

"What's with you today, Ames? You seem particularly agitated." He chides.

I shrug. "I guess it's the hormones."

"Sure, and I thought you were just trying scold me again for not making you breakfast in the morning."

"That was one time Maxon!" I laugh. "And besides, I was hungry." I shrug in defense. This whole pregnancy thing was really starting to get tiring already. I'm sure I'll have even more fun when I'm much further along, and couldn't even see my feet.

Moments later, we start to pull up the long driveway to my family's house, which sits, nestled between the trees just like in the picture that Maxon gave me the night before everything happened. I smile, remembering the feeling of relief that had come, knowing that I was the one, and that I loved him. Not to mention, the other things we did that night....