What! Another chapter already?! Yup. I decided this mini-series is only going to have 3 parts.

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Disclaimer: all rights still go to Kiera Cass

Maxon's POV

I was walking out of an early morning meeting when I heard a high-pitched scream belonging to a toddler. At first, I thought I was just imagining it, and shook my head. Then I heard it again. It was coming from the royal bedroom corridor. My heart stopped. Eadlyn. Ahren. I bolted down the hall to where the nursery was.

"Mommy! Mommy!" I heard the voice say. Ahren. When I got there, I flung the door open, and saw my son's blue teary eyes staring up at mine. I felt a wave of relief. He was safe. Then I saw someone next to him, lying on the floor, unconscious. America. Panic ran through me. I immediately knelt beside her. I'm so sorry, was the first thing I thought.

"Ahren, go find Miss Mary in mommy's room." I demanded.

He didn't move. He was just sitting on the floor looking at me.

"Ahren." I said as sternly as my voice could manage.

"No. I want mommy!" he said. I sighed. I had to get my wife to the hospital wing as fast as possible.

"Okay. Ahren, come with me." I said, giving in.

I looked to America and picked her limp body up. I ran to the infirmary as quickly as I could. When I got there, nurses stared at us. Not your everyday sight, a King carrying his unconscious Queen. One of those nurses acted quickly and said, "Put her here, Your Majesty."

I did as she said. I noticed America stir a bit when I was lowering her onto the bed.

"Maxon," she said weakly.

"Shh…Just rest, okay?"

She nodded her head a bit.

"Your Majesty." I heard a voice from behind me. I turned and saw Aspen there with Ahren in his arms. "I saw your son trying to keep up with you. Figured it would be faster if I helped."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Thanks." I walked over to him and took Ahren from him.

"Is mommy okay?" he asked, his voice full of worry.

I looked over to America, who was sleeping now. She looked so beautiful, with the sunlight catching her hair, making it glow. I made my way over to her while holding my son in my arms. I sat on the chair that the nurses just put beside the bed. "I don't know, buddy." I said sorrowfully.

Aspen went to the other side of the bed, holding her hand like he would a sister's. Although I knew I shouldn't, I felt a twinge of jealousy from that one small action.

"Mommy? Daddy?" I heard a voice that was unmistakably Eadlyn's. I looked to my right and there she was. She was holding Mary's hand, and let go of it to come to me. She gasped when she saw her mother on the hospital bed.

Thankfully, I was spared from having to answer the million questions she probably had. Dr. Ashlar walked in at that moment and looked at America sleeping so peacefully on the cot. "I'll need the room cleared for a checkup. Your Majesty," he directed his gaze at me, "you can stay."

Aspen and Mary each held a twin by the hand and guided them out of the infirmary. "Your Majesty, can you wake your wife up? Gently." Dr. Ashlar commanded.

I took America's hand and rubbed it soothingly. "America? Wake up, darling." I said. She moved slightly, but she didn't open her eyes. "America, my dear, wake up." That got her to be alert.

"Don't call me your dear," she mumbled. "Especially after what happened yesterday," shooting me a look as she said that.

Oh, yesterday. I had been so stressed. Her minor mistake just pushed me over the edge. Why did I even say those harsh words to her? They were probably the most regretful words I had ever said to anyone. They were out of my mouth before I could stop it. She would never be able to understand how sorry I was. I loved her with all my heart. There was nothing that could ever replace her. I wanted to scream at myself because I knew I was the one who had caused her pain.

"America, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say any of those things to you. I love you more than anything in the world. If I could take away these past three weeks, I would. I just need you to know that nothing will ever change my love for you, okay?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I love you too, Maxon. Just don't ever do that again." I nodded, because I understood. I fully understood what she meant. I would never take my issues out on her, the twins, or anyone else for that matter. We stared so yearningly into each other's eyes, until Dr. Ashlar cleared his throat. I had forgotten that he was still here.

He looked at America. "We need to find out why you fainted, Your Majesty." He announced, while looking at his notes.

I frowned. "How do you know she fainted?"

"Word travels fast around here, Your Majesty." He replied. Right. The guards or maids probably saw the whole thing happen, and gossiped about it.

"Anyway, Queen America, prior to the event, what were you doing?" the doctor asked.

She paused for a second. "I'm not really sure, actually." America replied, looking confused.

"Alright," he said, scribbling down some notes, "Did you feel nauseous at all?"

"Kind of." She said.

"Okay," he answered with a happy look on his face, while jotting down some notes. "One last question. Have you been feeling tired lately?"

"Very." She told him. I hadn't known about her feeling tired. But then again, we haven't been spending much time together the past few weeks.

"Interesting." Dr. Ashlar said. What was so interesting about my wife being tired? "If it's alright with you, Your Majesty, I will take a blood sample."

She hesitated for a moment. I doubt anyone liked needles. But she caved anyway. "Okay, you have my permission."

Fifteen minutes later, I watched as Dr. Ashlar took America's blood sample away to test. I told her to get some rest, since she said she was quite tired. In just a matter of seconds, she was already sound asleep.

America's POV

I was dreaming that the twins were around five years old. I was sitting in the nursery, looking around the room. All of a sudden, I heard a giggle behind me. When I looked around, I saw Maxon holding an unfamiliar toddler. He probably saw my confused face and said, "America?"

"America?" I heard another time, but this time, less distant.

I was being pulled back into reality. It took time for my eyes to adjust to the white ceiling, white walls, white sheets. Where was I again? Oh, right. The infirmary.

"America." A loving voice repeated. I looked to my side and saw Maxon sitting next to me.

"Dr. Ashlar is here with the results." He said.

I turned my head forward to see the doctor standing at the foot of my bed, wearing an excited expression. Please, tell me there's nothing wrong with me.

He started, "So, I have the conclusion. There is an explanation to all of this. There is a reason why you fainted and why you may have forgotten what happened before." There was a pause.

"So is anything wrong with me?" I questioned.

"There's nothing wrong with you. Your Majesty, you're pregnant."

Wait. What? I'm pregnant? Or did I hear it wrong? My hands instinctively reached for my lower stomach. Dr. Ashlar smiled and nodded, just to confirm. Then, he left the room.

I looked over to Maxon, who was as equally surprised. Tears quickly filled my eyes, as well as his. He covered his hand over mine. And there we all were. The King, Queen, and Prince/Princess. The father, mother, and child. All happy again.

Tada! Hope you liked it!

If anyone's confused, the baby was before their whole big fight.

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