Guys, I didn't realize how much you liked this story. Ha…

I'm beyond sorry for no updates, but I've realized I haven't even written chapter 17! So this I made today, when I updated it. I'm sorry if it's all over the place.

Thanks for sticking with it

I run into Maxon on the third floor. Literally, run into him. I turn at a sharp corner and run right into him with such force I fall backward.

"Oh!" I land hardly on the tile floor.

"Oh, my gosh! America?" He bends beside me, puts a hand under my arm and helps me up. "Are you alright?"

I'm so fazed by the fall that I forget all about why I wanted to see Maxon in the first place.

I put a strand of loose hair behind my ear and smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Where were you going so quickly?" Maxon asks.

"To see you, of course!"

Maxon laughs.

"I'm serious. Come on!" I grab his hand and drag him into my room.

"Why did you want to see me?" He asks me when the door is shut.

"I want kids."



"You heard me, Maxon."

He smiles.

"I know, me too." I think he seemed nervous about the subject, but I was too. "It will happen when it happens, darling." Maxon cups my cheek, resting his forehead on mine.

I take a deep breath.

"Children are expected for the Royal Family, you know," Maxon continues. "For the Selection and everything."

I pull away from our embrace.

"What?" I ask.


"The Selection? No, I am not putting my child through the selection." I reply.

"And why not?" He raises a brow.

"Because I don't want that for my child!" I exclaim.

"It will be my child, too!" Maxon retorts. "I don't understand what you have against the selection! I mean, it worked out pretty well for me."

I shake my head and sit at my desk. "I just… I don't know."

Maxon follows me and puts his arms around me.

"That won't be for a long time anyway," he whispers in my ear. "We have plenty of time to figure that out."

I nod.

"I think your motherly protectiveness is already starting to show."

I laugh and lean into him.

"So," Maxon pulls a chair next to me and grabs my hands. "How is your birthday party coming along?"

I roll my eyes. "I wouldn't call it a party."

"What would you call it?"

"I would call it a large carouse!" I laugh and Maxon does, too.

"So, you're not looking forward to it?" Maxon asks, shyly.

No, I'm not, Maxon. But I don't want to make him feel bad.

"I am, I am," I reassure him. "I just don't like that much attention, you know?"

He searches my eyes. "Unless it's my attention, right?"

"Absolutely," I smile, resting my head on his shoulder.

Maxon keeps talking to me, making me laugh.

"I'm sorry to say this, but I have to go," Maxon explains sympathetically.

I mock pout.

"Sorry, darling. Infrastructure meetings that never end, government policy meetings that bore me to death and constant daydreams about you."

I roll my eyes and peck his lips when we stand.

"I'll see you later," I say. "Love you."

"Love you too, America."

I stand in the Great Hall next to Queen Amberly. We just finished checking last-minute decorations for my birthday tomorrow.

"How do you like the lights that surround the room, America?"

"They're lovely, Your Majesty," I answer.

Queen Amberly chuckles. I turn to her as she takes my hand.

"You're my daughter now, America. You do not have to call me Majesty, or highness. I understand that you might not want to call me mother, as you have your own, but I don't mind if you do."

"What shall I call you?"

"Mother, Amberly, anything along those lines, dear. That is in private only, of course. At public events it would be necessary to speak appropriately."

I nod. "I understand,"

Amberly squeezes my hand. "I'm glad Maxon chose you," she whispers. I raise my brows. "I could tell he really liked you from the beginning, and you are so strong and confident, always looking for the ways to better Illea."

I blush and look down.

"You were my personal favorite, too." She says even quieter. I look up at her and smile.

"You don't understand how much that means to me, Amberly." I reply.

Lucy and Mary get me ready for bed, telling me Anne was putting the finishing touches on my birthday dress.

I sink into the cloud-like sheets, thoughts running wild, imagining all the possibilities that could happen tomorrow.

A bit short and a bit quick, but I wanted to give y'all an update as soon as I wrote it!