I've never written a fanfic for The Selection novels so this is simply a test. Future chapters will be longer.

Chapter 1

I arise to sterile white walls. These walls could only belong to the infirmary. I try to fathom what happened that could have possibly landed me here. My head is fuzzy, I hear a crash behind me. I turn rapidly only to see a nurse had just dropped a lid to some container. I try to speak but my throat is dry. "Why am I here?" I croak out.

"You were assaulted by a rebel, as soon as the guards found you in the forest," the nurse chokes on her own words, "They rushed you back. You had scars, a concussion, a broken arm, and a broken leg. You were in such a bad condition that we insisted on no visitors. Of course Prince Maxon insisted on visiting."

"Well, did you let him?"

"We couldn't Lady America... especially once we found out about the baby."

"The what?" My head hurts so much that I can't tell the difference between what is real and what is not.

"The baby of course Lady America. You were sexually assaulted by a rebel."

"Sexually? Like his pe-" I can't say it, that retched word. "His ding-a-long in my hoo-hah?"

"Yes Lady America. Would you like to speak with anyone?"

"Prince Maxon perhaps? I have a few words to say to him."

"America?" Maxon says as I wake from my sleep.

"Maxon!"

"America, are you okay? You've given the whole infirmary staff quite a scare!"

"How? What did I do?"

"You were asleep for eight straight weeks when you finally arose the first time. Since then you've been sleeping for four weeks. They assumed you were in a coma the first time."

"Well I'm here now. What'd I miss?"

"Well you're going to be a mother..."

"A mother?"

"Wow," he says, "I guess that concussion did affect your memory. You were sexually assaulted by a rebel, now you're pregnant."

"How far along am I?"

"About 14 weeks."

"Who's going to act as the fatherly figure?" I ask out of curiosity of my place in the selection after being asleep for 12 weeks, as well as nerves."

"If you're still okay with it," he says hesitantly, "I would love to help you love and nurture this child. That's why I have one question, a very important one for that matter." He gets down on one knee. "America Singer, I love you with all of my heart. I love your unborn child and will love it as my own. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. America Singer, will you marry me?"

He pops out this gorgeous diamond ring and I don't know if it's the hormones that are taking control or if it is truly myself. I begin sobbing and choke out a surely, "Yes." Maxon puts the ring on my left ring finger. I am his and he is mine. He climbs onto my bed and hugs me hesitantly.

"I love you America, I love you." With that phrase in my head I drift off. I don't have a single negative thought in my mind.

"AMERICA, AMERICA!" I hear as I'm awoken.

"What?" I say looking into Maxon's eyes.

"The rebels are here, we don't need anything to happen to you, again." As we run towards the panel in the wall to go to a safe room, I hear pounding footsteps that don't belong here.

"Hurry up!" I scream into Maxon's ear. As we continue running down the stairs I grab the railing attempting to catch my breath.

"Well now everyone will know that you're pregnant."

"How? I can just act normal around them."

"No, whenever your clothes are either right or in any way clingy around your stomach, you're showing."

"How long was I out this time?" I say continuing to run down the stairs.

"Six hours or so."

"Wow, I didn't notice it earlier today when I was awake," I say finally reaching the door that leads to the safe room.

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