Hi! This is a one-shot, but I do have a story similar to this called 5 years later. I hope you enjoy this!


Maxon's POV.

I had been in meetings all day. All day. Ever since Xyla was born 3 years ago and her baby's sister, Axa just over a month ago, my meetings have doubled. It's because America took some maternity leave for a while, as we both believe it was important for them to have a 'motherly-daughterly-sisterly' love or something like that.

I had the rest of the day off, so I decided to spend it with my girls. I loved them with all my heart, but I couldn't help but feel out numbered. For goodness sake it was 3 to 1! I'll have to try and persuade America to have another one.

I had the rest of the day planned to perfection. We were going to have a pic-nic dinner, then maybe take a walk around the gardens.

Then I was going to show Xyla her surprise.

America had told me last night that Xyla had told her that es missed me. Apparently she also asked when I was coming home. Did I not see my own daughter enough, that she thought I wasn't even in the palac? Apparently so.

I walked through the door to our bedroom to find Xyla on the floor colouring and America holding the baby in her arms, trying to comfort her. Where as Xyla had been a noisy baby, always gurgling and smiling at everyone. Axa is very quiet. She doesn't like to be left alone too long and it seems she always craves the attention of my gorgeous wife.

America is still beautiful. Her fiery red hair is still as bright and those icy blue eyes can still shoot a hole through my heart. Ever since having our children, she has the glow around her, being a mother suits her.

I walk over to her, kiss her on the cheek and give Axa a kiss on the op of her head, inhaling her beautiful baby smell. Axa is still crying, not content with being held. I take Axa from her mothers arms. I may not be good with comforting crying women, but with babies I seem to be doing a good enough job.

Axa finally stops crying and I turn my attention to my other princess. She hasn't looked at me since I walked through the door. "What's wrong Xyla?" I ask, she still doesn't pay me any attention, I shouldn't be surprised, she did inherit America's stubbornness. I glance over to America, wondering what is going on. She just shrugs and starts cooing at Axa.

I take the few steps over to my daughter and kneel down beside her, looking at her colouring. Even at just three years old she is an artist. Her picture book doesn't have one single scribble over the lines and she never starts another picture before she finishes the first one. I lay on my stomach and look over her shoulder. "What are you colouring today?" she still ignores me for a couple of minutes and then says, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in ages" she whines in her adorable three year old voice. I sigh "I've been very busy but I did come to see you, but you didn't see me because you were sleeping."

Her blond curls and blue eyes, make her the perfect mixture of America and me. I lean over to kiss her head, but she holds her hand out to stop me. "Daddy, we have to something for Mommy, I think she is delusional." I laughed at this. "Do you know what that means?" she sighed, "It means she loves Baby more than me" she cried "And so do you!" I shook my head. "I love you as much as I love your sister. And so does your Mommy. What about you and I have a special night out tonight?" I suggested. "Okay" she snivelled.

I explained to America that I thought Xyla and I should have a night of 'fatherly-daughterly' bonding. I gave her a kiss and took Xyla by the hand and led her out the door.

We arrived outside at the pic-nic originally set up for all four of us. There were strawberry tarts, chicken sandwiches and chocolate cake, which were Xyla's favourite foods.


Hi this is just a half chapter, the rest will be up tomorrow along with the next chapter of 5 years later.

Hope you like it so far!