This chapter doesn't go into detail as much as the last chapter but this one is for all you Maxon lovers out there. I hope you like it!

Maxon's POV

I paced nervously inside the room I'd been thrown into. God, this was it. I was finally going to marry my America. After today, she would be mine forever.

But what if she didn't want forever with me?

"Stop worrying, Maxon."

I turned and smiled at my mother. "I can't help it really. I'm just nervous."

"About the marriage?" she asked quietly.

I scoffed. "No. Not at all. I'm more worried about her actually showing up. What if she doesn't want this? I mean, I'm so ready to marry her, Mom. I've been ready for four years now but I just don't know if this is what she'll want."

She grinned and kissed her forehead gently. "Don't worry about it, son. She loves you so you have nothing to worry about. In fact, she's probably worried that you won't show up. So, get your butt out there and be ready for her. It's your big day make sure that you don't disappoint."

I grinned and hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Mom."

She laughed quietly but nodded and stoked my back. "You look dashing, by the way. Now, let's go."

She pulled me out to the room where all the guests waited and I went up to the front while she went to go find her seat.

I smiled politely at my groomsmen–most of whom I actually didn't know very well–and then waited quietly beside the priest.

I was ready for this.

Soon, the music started to play and I fixed my gaze on the back of the room, waiting for the moment that I would see America.

She walked in after all the bridesmaids had and I stared in complete shock at the creature walking down the aisle toward me. She was absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking.

She was always beautiful, of course. But today she just seemed…radiant.

Her gaze finally came to rest on mine and I smiled at her. She seemed to relax after she saw me and we maintained eye contact until she finally reached me. I kept her hand securely in my own as we stood in front of the priest.

I said my speech, feeling like I was rambling a little and like the entire thing was a huge failure. But then I noticed the tears in America's eyes and knew that I'd said what was important to her and that was all that mattered. I smiled at her gently as I slid her ring onto the proper finger. I wanted so badly to kiss her in that moment but managed to restrain myself.

When she started speaking, I found tears in my own eyes. We'd been through so much together but nothing could take this moment away from us.

When the priest finally pronounced us as man and wife, I was already pulling America toward me.

I kissed her softly for a moment, tipping her back so that I could hold her in my arms. Then I let her up and broke the kiss, mindful of the crowd watching and the cameras that we trained on us.

Once we entered the ballroom, we danced. I kept her close to me throughout it, unable to not touch her skin. I loved that her dress was strapless because I could feel more of her skin without having to remove any of her clothing. I found myself constantly trailing my fingers over her shoulders when I could just so that I could feel her warmth against my fingertips.

I kissed her when the song ended and then led her over to the wedding party's table. I listened to the speeches diligently but focused mostly on America and her reactions to each speech.

She then threw her bouquet and I grinned, knowing what would come next. I hadn't pulled off Kriss's garter when I'd married her because I'd simply refused to, saying that the tradition was silly. Right now I was extremely glad for the tradition.

I sat her down and immediately dove under her dress. I gently nipped her skin on my way up before I grabbed the garter with me teeth, dragging it down her skin slowly to tease her. I stared at America for a moment after I'd gotten the garter off–happy with the blush on her cheeks–before I threw the garter to the crowd.

Afterward, I pulled America with me so that I could dance with her again–unable to keep my hands off of my wife.

Mine forever and always now.

She grinned and pulled me down to her, whispering something in my ear that nearly made me moan in front of everyone.

With a low growling sound that I didn't even know I could make, I took America's hand and pulled her outside of the ballroom.

Once we were finally inside of my room, I put her down on the mattress and kissed her softly, loving the little sounds she made. I looked up and met her eyes for a moment. "I love you, America."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me again, cutting off anything that I might have said. "I love you too, Maxon." she whispered on my lips.

I grinned as I began kissing her once again. She would be mine forever now that we were married and I had no intention of sharing her any time soon.