Hi guys! this is my first crack at at a fanfiction, so please let me know what you think! Also, feel free to let me know what you guys want to read. If you have any chapter suggestions for me, let me know!

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"America," I heard a familiar voice breathe. I squirmed as reality rushed into my consciousness.

"America, wake up." I groaned and shoved my head under my pillow.

"It's time to start the day...my dear." Oh, so that's how we're going to start the day? I flung my hand out in Maxon's direction and ended up smacking my hand clumsily across his face.

"Ow! Geez America, I hope that's not how you'll greet me every morning!" I pushed my head up just enough so that I could see Maxon rubbing his nose from under the corner of the pillow. I saw the pain flick across his face and decided that was a little rough for our first morning as husband and wife. For our first morning as King and Queen.

I sat up and put my hands on Maxon's shoulders. He dropped his hand from his face as I pushed him back against the sheets and climbed on top of him. I leaned over him and whispered in his ear, "Good morning."

I pulled back to watch as a goofy smile spread across his face and he said proudly, "Good morning Your Majesty."

I blushed and looked away. I'm not used to being the most powerful woman in the country. My slight pink color turned alarmingly red as I recounted the events of last night following our wedding. The ceremony ended late and we kicked the cameras out by midnight. After that...well, this 8 a.m. wake up call was not working for me.

Maxon tried to grasp at me as I rolled off of him and he fell against me, burying his face in my neck. His breaths stirred my hair, tickling a giggle out of me. I could feel him smile against me at the noise. "Do we have to do anything today?" I asked cautiously, knowing it will take me far too long to pull myself out of this bed. "Tons," he sighed. "I don't understand why I can't have at least one day off for my honeymoon," his voice rose and I could hear how frustrated he was.

I wiggled so that I could look at him, but his eyes wouldn't meet mine. "Hey, I'm sure normal people get long, luxurious honeymoons." Maxon huffed, still looking anywhere but my eyes. "But, I'm not sure if you missed that wedding last night, but you're the King. Maybe if you were still the prince we could have one day, tops. But you're all the people have now, like it or not," I finished.

"We're all the people have now," he corrected, finally looking at me. Just as quickly as his eyes found mine, they fled again. "I miss them." It was barely a whisper. "I know," I matched his tone. "I do too."

I saw a tear hit the sheets beside Maxon, but he was already moving. "Maxon-", we both heard the pity in my voice and I stopped. He kissed my hand and moved towards the wardrobe, studying his attire a little too carefully.

As I tried to figure out what to say, a faint knock came from the door. Maxon didn't move, keeping his back to the door and the rest of the room, including me. Since it was obvious I was going to have to be the one to answer the door, I pulled it open to see Mary's nervous face in front of me. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, Your Majesty, it's just, well, you have an appointment and we must get you ready," she squeaked quickly as if I would close the door in her face. I peeked over my shoulder at Maxon to see that he was still frozen in place and replied, "Of course. I'll come with you."

My eyes went back to him and he has turned slightly towards me, hearing that I was leaving.

Before I went with Mary, I crossed the room to my husband and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Hey, I love you." A corner of his mouth flicked into a small smile. "I love you too," he said. His hand found mine, and I dropped my voice so only he could hear me. "Any advice for my first day as queen?" The smile spread to the other side of his mouth at my question and he really looked at me for the first time all morning. I could see the adoration in his gaze as he pleaded, "Please go easy on everyone today. Be nice to people, and no very-fabric-of-the-country altering episodes okay? We'll build up to those." He winked at me as I swat at his arm.

"Hey that's twice you've hit me already this morning!" But he was laughing through the mock indignation and turned back to the shirts, snagging one off a hanger. I went back to my maid and fell into step beside her. Maxon's laughter faded behind us as we strode the palace halls. I stumbled for a second when Mary stopped at the last door of the hall. I was headed for the stairs. Mary noticed my brow furrow in bewilderment and explained, "This is the Queen's Suite miss." Oh, of course. What need would I have for my old room from the Selection?

Turns out that that was the the first of a long day of firsts.