Dancing Slowly
"Maxon, where are we going?" I ask, blindfolded. Maxon laughs and pulls me closer to him. "You'll see soon my dear." "What did I say about calling me 'your dear'?" I demand. "I'm sorry darling, it's an old habit. We're here!" I rip off the blindfold to see us in the music parlour. "What are we doing here?" I ask, looking around at the small band setting up different instruments. Maxon takes my hand and leads me into the middle of the room. "I'm finally going to teach you how to properly dance. My birthday is tomorrow and I want to make sure you don't embarrass me." He grins. I slap his arm with fake anger. "I don't embarrass you." I pout, walking over to the window to watch the summer rain fall. He hugs me from behind and looks down at me with a grin on his face. "You don't embarrass me America; you just make everyone cringe when you attempt to dance." I scoff at his statement. "Fine my Royal Husbandness. If you want me to have dance lessons, let's get going.
Maxon takes my hand and starts leading me across the room. My dancing has gotten a lot better since coming to the palace. I mean I had a few years to learn but I could always use the extra practice. The music is soft and fills the air with warmth and love. Maxon pulls me in close and kisses me tenderly. "You're doing wonderful darling." He encourages as he spins me. We dance for a few minutes until a faster song starts playing and I kick off my black heels. "I dance better without them." I grin. Maxon takes my hands and starts twirling around the room. "Maxon!" I squeal as he starts dancing crazy. "And you said I need the dance lessons." I laugh, clutching my stomach. He winks and continues to dance around. We twirl and dance around like nobody's watching. My hair has fallen out of the bun it was in and Maxon's shirt is wrinkled. The musicians stop playing and start laughing at us.
He stops dancing and pulls me in for a bear crushing hug. "There now you know how to properly dance." He cheers, kissing my cheek. "Now Maxon, you need to promise me you won't embarrass me tomorrow. I have a reputation to uphold." I leave his arms and walk over to where my heels are discarded on the floor. "What reputation could that be?" I put on my heels as he wanders over towards me. "The perfect Queen and wife." I state, walking into his arms again. We start slow dancing with my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist. "Well can my perfect wife please tell me where she hid my birthday present?" Maxon whispers in my ear. "Never in a million years."
I just found out three days ago that I am pregnant with our first child. I nearly fainted when the nurse told me the news. Although I was shocked with the news, it quickly explained why my mornings were spent over the toilet. So far Mary is the only person I've told about the pregnancy. I haven't told Maxon yet but dancing around this room with him, I've decided I'll tell him tomorrow on his birthday. He's going to be a father.
