Disclaimer: I do not own The Selection trilogy in any shape or form. Kiera Cass has all the rights to that wonderful trilogy. (Figured I should put this on at least one chapter even if everyone knows that I don't own The Selection or any of the characters.)

Epilogue

America's POV

I rubbed a hand over the slight bulge in my stomach.

Maxon smiled and placed his hand over mine, kissing me softly. "I love you, America."

I grinned. "I love you, too."

He climbed on top of me and pressed his lips to my stomach, moving our hands aside to do so. "Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" he asked, seeming a little curious about my opinion.

I shrugged. "We won't know for a while, Maxon."

"Just guess."

"I'm hoping for a girl."

He grinned up at me just as the door opened.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

I smiled and sat up before plucking my little boy up and placing him in my lap. "Hey, honey. Did you have another bad dream?"

He nodded. "Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?"

Maxon smiled and simply pulled out little boy down beside him. I settled myself down as well, turning to stare at Maxon and our son.

We both waited for him to fall asleep quietly. He was so much like his father with his hair and skin but he'd somehow inherited my eyes. And, although he did have some of my stubbornness, he was sweet and kind and just the perfect little angel. Yeah, definitely like his father.

Maxon and I had been married for five years, our wedding had been perfect and our honeymoon afterward had been even better.

I remembered the night that I'd lost my virginity fondly. Maxon had been a very gentle and understanding lover, waiting until I was ready for him before he dared to do anything and constantly making sure that I felt okay.

Our bond had been sealed permanently that night, forever combining our souls together as one. I wouldn't ever want nor need another man and I trusted Maxon with all my heart now.

After all I'd been through, after all we'd been through, we still managed to pull through.

King Clarkson had died shortly after our son had been born; he'd held him in his arms one time. Queen Amberly had passed away as well, about a week or so after Clarkson had.

It had been hard on Maxon during that time but we'd managed to pull through it together.

Now, Maxon was King of Illea and I stood by his side as Queen. True to his promise, Maxon had destroyed the caste system completely. With the help out our good Italian friends, the transition had been a smooth one and we were now a free country.

The war with New Asia had ended about two years ago as I'd finally convinced the board to send more troops all at once so that we could overwhelm them. We did and are now at peace with New Asia because of how the war ended. Our unification with other nations was strong and everything was relatively peaceful and I sincerely hope that it would remain that way.

My life had ended up perfect. It wasn't as I'd expected it to be but I wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

My little boy finally fell asleep in his father's arms.

Maxon smiled and placed a kiss on his head before looking to me. "Thank you, America."

"For what?"

"This life. It's a dream come true." He whispered softly as his arm went around out little boy to hold him in place against him.

I smiled at Maxon. "Thank you for saving me from a life that would've been hell. It was awful living all those years without you."

He grinned. "I love you, America."

I smiled at my name – my real name that no one would ever be able to take away from me again. "I love you too, Maxon. Always."

Well, that's the end guys! It was so much fun to write this and thank you to everyone who has read this story and has offered their support! You guys are all amazing. I'm sad to see this story end but I feel pretty good about the way it went and I had fun while writing it. I'll probably continue to post small one-shot type things for this story but I probably won't post them very often. Leave a review on what you guys want to see for this story (the birth of Maxon and America's children, how they act during a rebel attack now that America is Queen, etc.) and I'll see what I can do!

Also, if you guys have any requests for me in regards to writing another story, leave a review or send me a message so that I can know! Look at the Bio on my profile page to see what I like to read/watch if you want me to write for a story other than The Selection
(I don't do comics so don't request for a story for a comic because I won't be able to write one) and if you want me to write another story about The Selection then let me know what kind of a story you're looking for. I have a few ideas on some fanfiction stories that I want to do but I'm not 100% sure on what I'll be doing yet. So anyway, if you have a request please let me know :)

I'll see you guys around since I'll still be posting a few one-shots for this story and thanks again for all the support! I hope you enjoyed reading An Elite Fighter as much as I did writing it!