Hello Everyone! Welcome to my first Fanfiction story. I really enjoyed reading the Selection Trilogy by Kira Cass, and I wanted to continue them on my own. Please follow and favorite. I do not own any of the characters all rights belong to Kira Cass.

America POV:

I looked down at the little pink bundle, she was so small. Maxon would think all the screaming was finally worth it. "Rosalia" I say. Maxon turns to look at me and he smiles. His face slightly confused but too concentrated on whats in my arms to show his full emotion.

"What happened to Amberly?" He asks quietly, "We agreed on naming her Amberly." He trails off. Something about saying his mother's name makes him quiet. He must miss her a lot. I know I do, and I only knew her for a short time.

I turn to Maxon. His eyes filling with tears, partly from looking at his baby girl, but partly from thinking of his mother. "Look at you. Do you want to cry every time you call our daughter? I love the name Amberly, but it reminds me too much of the queen that i might cry myself."

"You are the queen now" Maxon reminds me.

"But she was a true queen"

"As are you, Ames."

I say it again, "Rosalia, Princess of Illéa." Maxon smiles.

"I like it, i love her, and i love you more," he reaches down to kiss my forehead.

Suddenly I see the outline of a figure through the iced glass window of the door. Maxon slowly walks over looking through the small peephole. He says nothing but instead slowly and quietly, as to not wake the baby, opens the door.

In walks May, Gerad, and my mother. May has a smile on her face over a mile wide. "Whats her name America?"

Instead Maxon answers my now adult sister. "Rosalia" he simply states.

"Oh thats pretty" Gerad says. My mother walks towards the side of my bed and looks at her granddaughter.

"She looks just like her mother." She isn't wrong. The baby's red peach fuzz closely resembles the shade of my own hair. Suddenly Rosalia's eyes flutter open and her crystal blue eyes stare around the room.

We walk into Mason's room where he is playing with my sister May's son Sean. "Mason?" I ask hesitantly trying not to wake the sleeping bundle in my arms. "Would you like to meet your baby sister?" The three year old springs up to greet the the baby in the little pink blanket.

"Hi baby!" Mason says a little too loudly. Rosalia is startled but smiles to the sound of her new big brother. "Can I hold her Mommy?"

"Yes" Maxon sits down next to our son, and I gently place the newborn in his arms.

Mason looks up "Mommy?"

"Yes Mason?"

"What's her name?"

"Rosalia Amberly Schreave" I say

"Hi Rosie" my son says sweetly, "I'm your brother Mason" ROSIE? I hadnt thought of that nickname for her. But the way it came out of Mason's mouth, I instantly fell in love with it.

I breathe a sigh of relief as Maxon and I place our daughter in the crib in our room. "Goodnight Rosalia" he whispers, and in that moment i realize why I fell in love with Maxon.