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I laugh as Maxon tickles me again. "Are we going to the garden?" I ask.

He grins. It seems Maxon has something else in mind...

"Remember our honeymoon?" He asks me.

I giggled. "Of course! How could I forget? That's when you gave me very special presents- My songbird necklace, and the Convicting jewelry."

He smirks. "You're welcome."

I burst out laughing. The fight that happened a few months ago only made us stronger. Nothing could tear us apart.

My laughter dies in my throat. The mood turns serious as Maxon lifts up my chin and kisses me.

I kiss him back, wanting to leave him with no doubt about how happy I am and how much I love him.

I remember back in the Selection when I was torn between Maxon and Aspen. Now, when I look back, I'm happy I made it into the Selection. Aspen is happy with Lucy, and they have two happy daughters, and I'm happy with Maxon, even though we don't have any children. Yet.

"America, do you want a child?" Maxon asks me. He has been quiet; he's probably thinking about this.

I poke him in the shoulder. "Hey, we're supposed to produce heirs, remember?"

He gives me a look.

I look away. "Yes, Maxon, I do want children." I sigh as I look up at him. We were walking in the garden, like we always do. It's our place, forever and ever. "We talked about this before, you know. I told you I could have lots, remember?"

He smiles, lost in thought. "Lucy and Aspen are happy with kids. Marlee and Carter too. I was thinking, 'How would we be with children?'"

I blush. He's right- All our friends have kids. Only Celeste, my friend from the Selection, doesn't. We talk all the time; sometimes she comes to babysit Kile, Marlee and Carter's son.

I kiss him. He kisses me.

"I love you America. Always and forever."

"I love you, Maxon. Really really love you."

I stare into his chocolate brown eyes. He stares into my eyes.

I hear a bell. Or, it that an alarm?

I gasp, pulling away. "Maxon! Rebel attack!"

He too hears this. he grabs me and bolts. We better hurry, or we'll be caught.

Just as we pass the doors to the palace, someone grabs me. I scream as loudly as I can."MAXON!"

Guards rush over. Maxon beats them. "AMERICA!" He looks horrified.

I start to cry. The rebel slaps me. "Hey you! We're doing this for the best!"

I scream at him, raged with anger. "EXCUSE YOU, MISTER, BUT YOU ARE TALKING TO THE QUEEN OF ILLEA!"

He laughs, a creepy crackle.

My tears come faster. By now, we are in the woods.

I see men coming from different directions, blocking anyone's view of me.

Then I realize something- All those rebel attacks since Maxon and I were married, they were because of me. They want me.

I glance back at the man. He looks poor and hungry. An eight, by the looks of him. Or, really, since the castes are gone, he's just a mean, poor, hungry, rebel man. Not good at all.

"Where are we going? Why did you take me? And why at some random time? Who are you? Are those your 'rebel mates'? Are-"

"SHUT UP!" He yells at me. I gasp, taken aback.

Not far ahead lies a cottage.

We get there. Inside, a lady waits for us.

She smiles directly at me. "Welcome, America," She says warmly.

And that's all I remember.