Hey guys!

This is my second Selection fanfic. I wrote another one called The Next Selection. It's about America and Maxon's son, Ashton. Please check it out! America has different children in this story from the other story I am writing. And, in this fanfic, Celeste is still alive. Hope you like this story and now, enjoy! ;)

America's POV:

I rubbed my baby bump, thinking of how blessed I am to have such a wonderful family.

"Mommy! Play!" my daughter, Willow whined as she toddled over to the bed.

"Hi sweetie!" I greeted her as I carefully picked her up in my arms.

"Play!" Willow pouted.

"Okay." I told her, giving up. I carried her to the nursery. Immediately, Willow went over to the playhouse Maxon bought for her on her first birthday. I smiled to myself, knowing that my children was going to be spoiled by Maxon and his toys.

"Ames!" a voice called. I turned around to meet May's grinning face.

"May! What are you doing here?" I questioned.

"To visit my niece."

"So you are only here to visit Willow and not me?" I teased.

"You are my sister. Why wouldn't I visit you?" May gave me a playful grin. She walked over to Willow and sat down on the floor, playing with her.

"My Queen. Did you see May?" Maxon asked, hugging me.

"Yes. She's playing with Willow right now." I replied, leaning into him.

"And how's our little unborn baby doing?" he inquired, staring at my stomach.

"Good. Not kicking as much today." As I said that, I felt a kick in my tummy.

"Is the baby okay?" Maxon looked worried.

"It's fine. The baby just kicked me quite hard." I rolled my eyes. Maxon could be overbearing sometimes. He sighed in relief.

"Daddy!" Willow screamed, running to Maxon.

"Hi sweetheart! How are you today?"

"Good. Play, daddy!" Willow pulled him towards the playhouse. I shaked my head and laughed.

"Your Majesty, lunch is ready." Maxon's personal guard, Coby announced.

"Thank you, Coby. We will be there soon." I thanked him and he set off down the long hallway.

"Willow, it's time for lunch!" I informed.

"Okay. Let's go!" Maxon bent down to carry her in his arms. Together, we strolled towards the dining hall. Before we entered the dining hall, I could smell the delicous aroma of food.

"Mommy, hungry." Willow complained.

"I know. Let's go eat." Maxon rushed into the dining hall with Willow in airplane style. I heard her scream and giggle.

"I am so jealous. You look so happy." May frowned.

"You can be happy too. Just don't be so picky when it comes to boys." I advised.

"But most of the boys I met are all gross." I sighed.

"Mommy! Eat!" Willow gushed from her high chair. She gazed longingly at the plate of food on the table that she couldn't reach.

"I'm coming." I smiled. I plopped down on a comfy chair in front of Willow and picked up her plate. May and Maxon sat down and started eating. In the middle of feeding Willow, I got hungry. My stomach growled and my baby kicked me, saying "I'm hungry. Where's my food?".

"America, come eat. I will feed Willow." Maxon suggested. He knew me too well. I nodded. I settled beside May, shoving food into my mouth.

"Stop eating so fast, Ames!" May scolded.

"You sound just like Mom."

"Well, Mom did tell me to look after you." May argued. Suddenly, the alarms started ringing, screeching in my ears. Willow had tears down her face. Quickly, I grabbed her out of her seat.

"It's okay. Mommy's here." I whispered to Willow. Maxon led us to the secret door connecting the dining hall and the safe room.

"Hurry!" Maxon had beads of sweat on his forehead. Once all of us got into the tunnel, we locked the door behing us. I tried to scurry down the stairs but with a huge tummy in front of me, it was hard. I stopped, panting hard. Before I knew it, I was in Maxon's strong arms as he carried me down the stairway. When we reached the safe room, guards were waiting for us. One of them shouted, "They're here!" with relief shown on his face. We rushed into the safe room and then, the heavy doors were tightly closed. I laid Willow in a cot by a corner, singing a lullaby. Soon enough, Willow's eyes were closed and she was sleeping peacefully. I stood up and instantly, a wave of dizziness washed over me. Luckily, Maxon caught me.

"Are you alright, America?" his face filled with fear.

"I'm fine." I reassured.

"You should probably go lie down." Maxon told me. I agreed. Maxon slowly placed me in a cot beside Willow. May snagged a cot beside me.

"How are you feeling, Ames?" May asked in a timid voice.

"Fine. It's going to be okay, May." I comforted. May shut her eyes and tried to sleep. I turned to make sure Willow was alright. She was fine and I gawked at the ceiling.

"What's the matter, my dear?" Maxon questioned.

"One, Don't call me that. Two, I just can't fall asleep." I grinned.

"Just let me call you "my dear" for once. Do you want me to sit with you?" Maxon gave me a smile.

"Please." I begged. Maxon crawled on to my cot and hugged me.

"I'm going to protect you and Willow my whole life. I promise. No one can break it, not even me." he mumbled. I felt sure that he won't break his promise.

Maxon's POV:

"America?" I questioned in a hushed tone. No one answered. I guess she fell asleep. Gently, I laid her down on the cot. Her face looked serene. Just like how Mother's face always seemed. Calm. Like no one could get her mad. I silently cried to myself. How I wish she was still here. To see Willow and our unborn baby. She would love America and the children. I knew she wanted America to be The One all along. When I finally got America, she was gone. I pictured her with Willow, enjoying herself but I knew I was fooling myself. She isn't here anymore.

It seemed like hours before a guard creaked the door open.

"Your Majesty, it's safe to return to your rooms." the guard announced. I wiped the tearstains off my face before waking America. She stirred.

"America, the attack is over." I told her. She opened her eyes.

"It's over?" America inquired, dazed. I nodded, carrying Willow.

"May, wake up!" I half-yelled to get May's attention. May quickly sat up, ready to protect herself.

"Sorry, I scared you. The attack is over. Let's go up." I apologized.

"Okay." May uttered, relieved. We made our way up, passing hallways that flashed the words, "We Are Coming.". There were lots of bloodstains on the carpet. I saw America shudder and I put my arm around her, trying to give her comfort. May ran ahead, trying not to see the destruction.

"Let's get out of this hallway." America declared, crying. We quickly walked towards our room. Once we got in, I placed Willow on our bed.

"Go take a rest, America." I advised.

"I will." She got comfortable beside Willow, hugging her. I sat on the chair by the bed, watching over three of the most important people in my life.

Thanks Selectioners for clicking on my story. I know I said thanks many times but I really appreciate it. ;) Sorry that this chapter is so short. More words on the next.

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