Maxon's POV

I blink awake, and see America sitting in a chair next to my bed. I try and sit up, which got America's attention She smiled brightly, and set her book down.

"Thank god you're up." She whispered, a tear escaping here eye.

I laughed, from the memory of when I got shot, right before I announced who I was going to marry. America looked at me confused.

"Memory," I state.

"Okay, so how are you feeling?" She asked.

"I'm good, what exactly happened? I can only remember getting shot."

"Not much happened after that."

I cocked an eyebrow up at her, something happened. I can see through her lie.

"Fine, I was threatened, then she thought she could read my mind, and so I distracted her. She finally put her gun down that was aimed at me, and I screamed. The guards came, and took care of her, then you came here," She breathed heavily out of breath, from saying that so quick. "I better go and check on the kids..." She trailed off.

"I'll be fine." I smiled. So she left.

Then a girl with wavy brown hair, popped around the corner. It's about time she showed up.

America's POV

Leaving Maxon there felt like a huge mistake, something in my gut told me somethings up. Although I can't pinpoint it. I shook off the feeling, and changed the kids dippers, feed them, and put them in their playpen. Summer started crying, so I rocked her in the rocking chair meanwhile the boys play. Summer eventually quieted, and fell asleep, so I put her in her crib.

I watched the boys play, until they fell asleep, and put them in their cribs. I walked over to my study, and worked on some papers, that needed to be done.

An hour later...

Maxon POV

I feel bad for doing this to America, but she's getting hurt too much, and I'm afraid one day she won't wake up. I love her, and I won't stop for a split second, but if I loose her, I need someone else that I have a good strong relationship with.

"Oh, Maxon." Kriss purred, tracing her fingers along my chest. "Why don't you just get rid of her so you can have me sooner." She smiled.

I narrowed my eyes at her, giving her all the answer she needs.

America's POV

I'm sitting at my desk concentrating on the task in front of me. I heard my door squeak open, so I looked back to see who it was. When I looked no one was there, then a figure slipped through the door, and quietly shut the door.

"America." The person said. "I couldn't keep hiding from you, but you can't tell mom, May, or Kenna okay?" He asked.

"Who are you?" I wondered.

"Promise me first."

"Okay, I promise." I replied annoyed.

"Now don't freak out kitten, but it's dad."

My mind froze. I couldn't speak.

Dad.

He's dead. We buried him. I saw his corpse in the coffin. How is this real?

"Say something." He pleaded.

"You... you're alive?!"

I kept this chapter short, so you could get this through your head, and also I just didn't know what or how to write this chapter. So, I came up with this. Help me guys, writers block is a b*tch. Thanks to all of you :) Until next time.