Au Note: last chapter. Ever. Jk, just this story, ill probably be writing another (I think, I don't really know yet).

"She's not happy."

"I told you she wouldn't be. You just didn't listen."

"America. I-I need those ties. Otherwise New Asia will attack us."

"Sacrifice one for the many, I understand. I don't understand why you would do that when you don't need to."

"I've tried to make an alliance, Ames. I really have."

I looked at him for a second, "Maxon, why do you keep coming back?

"What?"

"Why do you keep coming back to my house? All I do is yell at you. Don't you get enough of that already."

He leaned towards me, "There's a difference between you yelling at me and Kriss yelling at me. You argue for Amara, she doesn't. You are just disappointed by my choices, to Kriss...there wasn't even that choice to begin with."

"You shouldn't be comparing me to your wife. We're not on the same level."

"I know. You're so much higher than her." I looked away. He didn't mean that. Not after what I did.

"Let me kiss you."

"You have a wife," I whispered, barely managing to understand what he was saying.

"Let me kiss you."

I blinked, "No. What are you doing?"

"Please, I just need to. One kiss, just one, the I'll leave. IF you don't want me to come back I won't."

Then, he leaned over and kissed me. It was a mindblowing kiss that led to the next, and the next, and the next.

"We need to stop," I said in between kisses.

"Okay," he said, pushing me deeper into the cushions before his lips rested on mine again.

"You need to get back to Kriss."

"I know."

"And the country."

"I know."

"And William and Amara...Amara-" I pushed him off of me with enough force to rival a bulldozer, "Amara. She can't find out about this. God, if she knew you cheated on her mother with me we would both have Hell to pay. You already saw what she did to me, she won't be as kind with you."

I handed him his shirt, which had been thrown on the floor, "Get out. Go back to your wife."

"Ames-"

"Get out. You promised that after the kiss you would."

He stared at me for a moment, "Right. RIght, I did. Goodbye, Ames."

"Prince Nikita arrives today from New Asia, ready to see his finance. Rumour has it, Princess Amara isn't happy." The talk show host said.

"If my parents picked someone like that for my husband, I wouldn't be complaining, John. He is one good looking-" Marlee turned off the radio.

"You okay?" she said, climbing onto the bed to sit beside me.

"Yeah...I think...I don't know."

We sat there in silence for a minute, until Marlee said, "Are you sure she'll come? She doesn't even know that we're supporting her."

"She knows. If she needs it, she'll come."

"I hope so."

The knock on the door came right after the thunderstorm did, "Right on time," I mumbled.

I opened the door to see the two soaked twenty year olds on my doorstep.

"Mama?" Amara asked, as if she was scared she couldn't call me that.

"Come in," I ushered them in, reaching into my front closet for the towels I now kept there, "You all always come in thunderstorms. Why is that?"

After they were wrapped up in their towels, we sat by the fire.

Every once in a while, the kids would fidget. They were scared, but of what?

"What can I do for you all?"

"We want to get married," they said at the same time.

"Amara. Prince Nikita would be furious if he found out."

"He already knows. He doesn't want this either. You have to help us."

"Your parents-"

"I know you won't disappoint us." and I wouldn't, at this point I could never disappoint her or Damon ever again.

"If you get married to Damon, you can't get married to the Prince."

"Yes. That's why we want to."

I stood up, "You'll need a white dress, a chapel, a priest, and witnesses." I ran towards the door, shoving my shoes on my feet, "There's a white dress in my closet that should fit you. Damon go to the bakery and get a cake, there's money in the jar on the top of the cabinets. I'll take care of everything else. Meet me at the chapel in thirty minutes. We're getting it done tonight, preferably before guards break down my door."

I left them so they could get ready and rushed through everything I had to do, including one very important thing.

When Amara and Damon entered the chapel, they were pleasantly surprised. Almost all of the orchestra was there, sitting in the pews ready to start the ceremony.

"How did you do all of this?" Amara asked, looking around.

"I've had some practice with quickly planning things." Amara smiled at me, "Groom to the left, bride to the right."

I followed Amara down to the end of the hallway where the bride's room was, "I have one more surprise for you."

I opened the door, and Amara looked inside. She quickly burst into tears, "Daddy! Will!" she rushed into the room, and hugged them, before pulling back, "You're not here to send me back, are you?"

"No, honey, I'm not."

I walked into the room, "If I was getting married, I would want nothing more than for my father to walk me down the aisle. I can't do that, but you can."

"So she called me up and threatened me. Very forcefully and violently, I might add."

"But...you need the ties." Amara said, almost like she felt guilty.

"I need my daughter's happiness more. I just needed someone to yell at me to realize it. I missed so much, I'm not going to miss this."

"As much as I love this, Damon's waiting. We have a schedule to keep." I said, ushering the small family out, "Will, you get to carry the rings."

Amara turned towards me, startled, "I didn't think of that. What are we-"

"YOur father and I have it handled."

She looked towards her dad for explanation. He shifted uneasily, "I still have the ring I was going to propose to America with. Your mother didn't want it, so we got another one. I also have the ring I would have worn had we gotten marrying."

"Are you okay with that, sweetheart?" I asked, smoothing back her hair.

"Yeah. More than okay." Amara said. She shifted a little, looking down at her hands, "I realize now that I may have overreacted. No relationship is perfect, and I guess you all are the prime example of that. Even though someone makes mistakes you still have to forgive them and love them."

Maxon and I looked at each other, smiling at how far she had come, "That's our girl."

The rest of the wedding went by flawlessly. Damon and Amara were named Prince and Princess of Illea, with the priest and Maxon blessing them. Everything was great, perfect even. We went to the community center in the small church and had cake and speeches, and it was truly amazing to see the smiles on everyone's faces.

Maxon leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Now?"

I nodded, and we slunk off into the hall.

He turned to me, "Before we go, thank you. For taking care of my little girl. You've made her happy when I couldn't. I can't thank you enough for that."

I kissed him softly on the lips, "You are so welcome."

He sighed, warming up my bare arms, "It was always meant to be you, wasn't it? No matter what has happened, you've been in the background helping me, whether you knew it or not. I'm so sorry. I was blinded by jealousy and hurt and I never even listened to you. You still looked out for me, even after that."

"Shhh, it's okay, Max."

"No. It's not. America, you've been looking after me ever since we met and I have done nothing to help you. I am so scared that one day you'll stop looking out for my family, or you won't be there to do it anymore. I"m scared that one day Amara won't have a mama and I won't have my Ames."

"No matter what you do, I'll always be there Maxon. 'TIl death do us part."

He smiled at me with that gorgeous smile then kissed me.

"I love you so much," he said in between kisses.

"Maxon, we have things to do."

"Do we ever," he said, kissing my neck.

"Maxon Schreave! I meant the other thing."

He looked up at me still at the height to kiss my neck, "Do we have to?"

"Yes. We do."

"WHAT?!" Kriss shrieked.

"She's married now. There's no reason for Prince Nikita to stay here if he's not getting married."

"Maxon...have you forgotten we have a country to run?"

"Have you forgotten we have a daughter?"

"No, I haven't! Because I actually planned out her future! I spent countless hours making sure that she would have a bright future. Her marrying a...a peasant wasn't in the cards."

"If I recall, I married a peasant too, Kriss. She can still have a bright future with him, and in this one she'll be happy."

"She'll lose the respect of the people. She's engaged, and if people find out that she went against her word and married someone else...think of what people would say."

"...I was engaged to America, then I turned on her and married you. The thing is, Kriss, Amara made the right choice. I did not."

She looked stunned for a second, "You can't divorce me. The people won't have it. You marrying a school teacher, throwing away your queen. The people won't listen to you after that."

Maxon looked at me, as if looking for something, "You let me handle the details, for now," he reached into his desk and pulled out some papers, "We can just settle the divorce. You'll get more than enough money and the estate down in Costa Rica that you love, but you'll be giving up your rights to the kids."

Kriss blinked, "That's it? You're just going to throw me out? Take away my kids?"

"They were never your kids to begin with. Sign the papers."

She started crying, "Maxon...I loved you."

"That's the thing though, Kriss. You loved me. You don't love me. That's something we forgot to do along the way." he looked at me, at my eyes tearful eyes, "We forgot to look out for each other. That's something we shouldn't be able to do."

"We'll get you a new ring. Your old one is a little in use right now," Maxon said as we sat on his bed, our bed.

"We should have planned this out before you divorced your wife," I said, smiling.

"Planning has never been in our bag of tricks."

"No, no it hasn't."

"Speaking of planning, I think we had something to do," he said, scooting towards me.

"Oh no, mister. Our daughter is going to be here any moment."

"Our daughter?" Amara asked, entering the room. She looked at us on the bed smiling and then at the empty closet that used to be her mother's. She blinked, "I'm missing something."

I smiled at her, "Come here, kids."

Will, Damon, and Amara hopped onto the bed, and I was surrounded by my kids.

Amara smiled mischievously at the two of us, "For the wedding, we should have the whole entire orchestra spend the night."

Will and Damon started agreeing, throwing out all the things we could do with all of them here. Maxon and I smiled at each other. Our family was happy.