Chapter 2 – Honeymoon
Point of View: America Screave
We decided that it was best we stayed at the Palace for our honeymoon just in case an emergency turned up. Even though Maxon and I were home, we wanted the privacy of a honeymoon. So for the next two weeks, the staff would keep their distance. Maxon and I were going to make the best of this and head strait to our rooms to make plans. I was excited to have my own little vacation with my husband. I found myself wandering to the instruments placed in my room next to my father's memorial. I slid myself onto the bench in front of the grand piano. Maxon insisted I should have it after he proposed. I started with my favorite song that I played at most jobs back when I was a five. My fingers took over and played song after song, which caused the flooding back of memories. I heard the click of a door. I stiffened wondering if a maid hadn't gotten the news, then I realized. I felt arms wrap around my waist and the clean smell of Maxon's fragrance. "Beautiful," he pronounced, "You and your music." I ask, "What do you want to do first, my husband?" He says, "Let's play a game my mother and I played when I was a child. That way we can practice for our little one." He leads me to his room and as we approach the bed I ask how to play. He replies, "Take off your shoes." I do as he says. I ask, "What now?" He hops on the bed and motions me to come with. I get on the bed waiting for more directions. He answers, "We are a family lost at sea. You are pregnant with my child. I have to protect you from the sharks that circle our island." I ask, "Why am I pregnant!" I poke him in the stomach to prove my point. He says, "So we can tell our kids we were playing this game with them before they even existed." I reply, "That doesn't make any sense." He answers, "Yes it does." I shake my head in disbelief. The nerve he has to tell me I'm pregnant when I'm obviously not.
Time-lapse: 6 hours
I decide, "Maxon, we should make dinner. Like without a cook. Just me and you. I can teach you how." He chuckles, "Ames, I might start a fire. I've never cooked in my life." I say, "Then it's about time someone taught you." We decided since our parents were not here, we were going to have cake for dinner. I say, "Just crack these eggs in here, and then pour them in the big bowl." Maxon replies, "How do I crack eggs without the shells?" I sighed thinking that it would have been easier to call for a cook, but this was quality time with my husband, so I didn't complain.
We ate the chocolate cake in Maxon's room, talking about the future we dream of. Then, he asked me a question I didn't expect to hear. He said, "When do you want kids, Ames?" I answered, "I don't really know. I guess when the time is right." He pressed a tender kiss to my lips and said, "How about right now?" I laid back and let him pin me down…
Time-lapse: 8 days
I looked up at the clock. 8:06a.m. I whispered Maxon's name to wake him up. He turned over and groaned opening his eyes little by little. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and jumped off the bed. I was just about to grab my robe when my vision went blurry. I grabbed the table nearest to me guiding myself to the ground. Maxon had fallen back asleep. I probably just got up too fast. I got back up and put on my robe and slippers shaped as ducks. Ducks were my new favorite animal after one let me feed him in the gardens. I hadn't seen backyard life in awhile. Even though it was our honeymoon, I really wanted my siblings to visit today. Should I ask Maxon to give a day of our honeymoon to seeing my family? If we had gone somewhere for our honeymoon, we wouldn't be able to do that, so I kept my mouth shut. There was a glass of water and two pills set on the table. I assumed that my maids had gotten my request for vitamins after the dizziness I was going through this past week. Maxon lifted himself off the bed and made his way over to me. He looked very handsome with his hair tossed in one direction after that night's sleep. I put my hand on his chest and kissed him softly. I asked, "Bacon this morning, Love?" He replied, "Maybe something else too don't you think. How about bacon and pancakes?" I nodded and took another sip of water.
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