A/N: Hey guys! So here is the last chapter of Surprise. Thank you so much to everyone who has followed/favorited, reviewed, or simply read this story. You guys are the best!
America groaned slightly, placing her hand on her stomach.
"What's wrong? Are the babies coming?" Maxon immediately asked. They were eating breakfast at a small table in their bedroom, since America was still on bedrest.
"It's nothing, Maxon. The doctor said that fake contractions are completely normal as I get closer to my due date. Don't worry," she replied.
Maxon looked uncertain. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, "I'm sure."
"My lady, are you sure you're alright?" Anne asked worriedly. "These pains seem to be getting more painful and closer together. Should I call the doctor?"
"No, no, I'm fine Anne, really," America replied, then gasped in pain.
"That's it. I'm calling the doctor whether you like in or not."
"But-"
"No buts. These are not fake contractions, milady," Anne said firmly.
"Sir? You need to come with me right away," a guard said, rushing into Maxon's office.
"Is it America?" Maxon asked, already knowing the answer.
The guard nodded, and Maxon followed him out the door and down the hall, a mixture of worry and excitement churning in his stomach.
When they reached the hospital wing, a nurse came out to meet him.
"Your Majesty. Your wife went into labor about ten minutes ago. She seemed fairly close to being ready to deliver the babies, but an ultrasound showed that they are not in the right position for her to deliver them naturally. The doctor is going to perform a c-section soon."
"Can I be there?" Maxon pleaded..
"Yes. You have to wear scrubs though," the nurse explained. "Follow me please."
After he had put on the scrubs and washed his hands thoroughly, Maxon was led into the operating room, where America was lying on a table.
"Hi," she said, her eyes filling with tears when she saw Maxon.
He walked over to her and took her hand.
"You're having babies right now," he whispered, in awe.
"I know," she murmured back, smiling.
"Are we ready?," the doctor asked. When Maxon and America nodded, he smiled and said, "Then let's begin."
Two hours later, Maxon was holding his daughter Eadlyn, who was older than her twin brother Ahren by seven minutes. He smiled down at America, who had Ahren cradled in her arms, his heart so full he thought it might burst.
A/N: Well, that's it! Thanks again for reading and if you can review, it would mean so much to me! 3