Wow you guys have some awesome suggestions! MackenzieLifebl I like Alexander I was actually thinking of using that one, and Rose is a cute middle name. Also thanks for following me and having me as one of your favorite authors! Love you! 123 I like Mina, thanks! theselection-divergent-thehost that's alright, I just hope you enjoy the rest of the story. Karen I swear you had these made before I even had her pregnant! Haha they are magnificent! Panda-Crazy-19 but do you have any suggestions? Idk I like the name Michelle. queen America your reviews just make me laugh because you are so persistent. I said soon don't worry. jonelle hmm I think you picked up on it ;) flawed angel don't worry I will! Meg-sters52 I like Dillion! Cute Irish Gal I think he was just over reacting. FonksJu thanks for following my story! Lily that's a really cute name! Night250 I'm glad you enjoyed it! lilythemermaid thanks for having me as one of your favorites! Love you girl and keep up the good work!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and for some suggestions for baby names!

Love Smashleigh

Chapter 40:

"Maxon please sit down." my Mother said as I paced along the hallway.

Glancing at the door I took a deep breath and then took a seat next to my Mother. She was eager too, don't get me wrong, but she has more self control where I am a ball of energy. But could she blame me? We've all waited for the children to be born so why can't I be anxious? They are my children after all! I played with my sleeve to distract me a bit but then gave up and ran my fingers through my hair. This is just torture! All the shuffling in there is making me even more anxious. Then I hear it, a loud scream. America's scream pierces my ears and I'm up like a shot. Already I make it to the door when my Mother lays a hand on my arm.

"Just sit." she tells me sternly.

I hesitate when I hear her scream again. Good God to know this pain was because of me! It sent chills up my spine just thinking about it! But I obediently back away from the door to continue pacing. It feels like hours until one of the nurses comes to the door. Her face is far from comforting but that may just be me. But when she looks up at me she has a large smile. I let out a sigh of relief. "Can I go in?"

She was about to respond when America screamed again. I craned my neck to see what was the matter but the petite nurse shut the door. What the hell was that?

"They probably didn't realize there was a second child." my Mother said.

I give her a small nod. Maybe that's true. After all I didn't tell anyone there were two, I just said America was pregnant. She didn't tell anyone either, except her family and her friends from Italy. It took a lot of will power to not barge through her door every scream I heard. But each one had me digging my hands into my palms and I was sure they were almost bleeding when the nurse finally stepped out again.

"Her Majesty can we see you?" she asked softly.

My Mother shot me a reassuring glance before entering the room. I tried to peek around them but it was no use. The door slammed in my face once more and now I was left alone. Well at least until my least favorite person walked in. He was looking anywhere but at me and I tried to hold my temper as he approached. Finally my Father's eyes met mine and I saw he wasn't angry, sad, or pained…he was happy.

"Any news?" he asked.

I let out a sigh and shook my head. "None at all. Were you this anxious?"

My Father nodded his head. "I've been in this position once, for you, and to be honest I never expected to get this far. To…finally meet my grandchildren."

I saw a gleam in his eye for a moment but it quickly disappeared. Was he proud of me? No, that's impossible! This man is not capable of being proud!

"I'm…I'm not sure we want you to meet them." I said softly, glancing down at my shoes.

I heard him intake a breath. "Oh." he said. "Oh. I see…"

Why did it hurt so much to tell him this? I mean sure he's a little heartless but he always had the best intentions right? It's not like there was no reason to…to…God I can't even say it.

"Maybe when they're older." I clarify for him.

His face brightens at once and he claps me on the shoulder. "I'd like that."

The door squeaks open and the nurse steps out, again. She bobs a quick curtsy to my Father before turning to me. "Your Highness," she began. "Would you like to meet your children?"

I let out a small chuckle. "Did you need to ask?" I say rushing into the room.

Inside I find America and my Mother each holding a small bundle in the crook of their arms. America looks up at me with a weak smile before returning her attention back to the baby. I stride over to my Mother and peek over her shoulder. She moves the blanket so I can meet the deep blue eyes of the most adorable child. It yawns and its mouth makes the most perfect 'O'. "This is the boy." my Mother tells me.

She turns to me and gently lays the little boy in my arms. I peer down into his face again and notice the faint hint of chestnut hair resting on his head. Taking his little hand in mine, I let him wrap one of his tiny hands around my pinky. I find I cannot tear my eyes away until I sit down next to America. She looks up at me and smiles again, but her attention is glued to the little girl resting in her arms. She also has the same deep blue eyes but her hair is a slightly lighter shade than the boy's.

"I find we never discussed names." America says weakly. I notice how tired she is and am about to argue when she looks up at me. "I'm not letting you decided them all by yourself."

I chuckle softly. "Alright then. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking for the boy…" she said running her eyes over his tiny face. "We could name him Alexander. But the middle name is entirely yours."

"Alexander…" I let the name play on my tongue. "Alexander Patrick? Alexander Nicholas? Alexander Joseph? Hmm. I think I like Alexander Nicholas Schreave."

She mumbles it softly before nodding. "I couldn't agree more. Now I'll let you choose the girl's name. Since I chose the boy's."

"A-are you sure?" I ask shocked. "You don't think I'd butcher it?"

She lets out a weak laugh. "Well I don't want anything like Dixie or Cleo. But I want you to pick."

I kiss her cheek softly before turning my attention to the girl. Her blue eyes stare up at me and I can't tear myself away. My little girl, is all I can think. Then an idea hits me. It's a sweet name that I find myself liking every second. "Olivia."

America smiles down into the little girl's face. "Olivia…" she says softly. "Olivia Katherine Schreave."

"Perfect." I tell her. "I guess that wasn't too difficult, was it?"

"Not at all." America says distantly. I realize she needs rest and look to my Mother who nods.

"She's definitely earned it." she tells me taking Alexander gently from my arms.

I give America a sweet kiss. Before leaving I glance in the crib sitting in her room and smile down at the two sleeping children. Finally I have a family of my own, with the woman I love so much, and I find everything is going well.