A/N: I didn't mean for another long break. In my defense, school is hard, I've been doing college shit, and I am lacking ideas to keep things going. I have a few ideas, but as I've said before this story runs because of you guys. So, anything you guys give me, I'll try to include. :)

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Enjoy chapter 39!

I met Maxon in the parl0r on the fourth floor where we access the roof to dance in the rain. He smiled as he entered, kissing my cheek lightly. "My lovely wife. How are you doing?"

"Fantastic. How are you? How was the rest of your meeting? Tell me everything!"

"I'm okay. The rest of that meeting was rough. Mr. Leroy Finch, the guy who didn't agree with your plan, made my life a living hell. He disagreed with everything he possibly could. The only thing he didn't disagree with was the progress report for the caste merging and the success of my succession to king because the progress with New Asia is better than it was with my father and the role change hasn't completely broken either of us. Other than that, he made it impossible to get any ideas across the table for budgets, new plans, and just general maintenance needed. But enough about him. How was the rest of your morning?"

"Good. I… I left feeling giddy inside. You know, you do that to me more than I care to admit."

"Do what? Make you feel giddy?"

"Yes! Do you know the literal chills you give me when you say some of the things you do? It makes me feel… giddy. And that is the only word I know to even begin to describe it."

"And you felt that way because…?"

"'You will be heavily rewarded later tonight.'" I repeat in a deep voice to mimic Maxon's.

He laughs, "And you will. I still can't believe that things I say leave you feeling all giddy like that."

"Me neither. I guess that just means I love you bunches, right? Anyway, I told Marlee I wouldn't tell you this, but I know you won't tell anyone. Marlee is pregnant. She told me she suspected that she might be because she was a few days late, so I told her that she should probably go down to the hospital wing. We went down together to get her a test. She took it in my room and we found out about it together. Marlee is gonna have a baby! Isn't that exciting!?"

"It is. It almost makes me wish you were pregnant so we could have one too." He admits with a longing tone to his voice.

I sigh. "We will. We both want the alone time together, though. We will have lots of children. Lots of mini Maxons and mini Americas to fill the palace and kill our sleep schedule. It'll be great, but right now, let's enjoy being able to run around the palace after dancing in the rain and having sex in weird places without fear of our own kids finding us making out in the library or in the women's room."

He chuckles. "Fine. But only because we have to sex in the library and women's room at least once."

"We will. I promise you we will. Honestly, that sounds like so much fun." I cleared my throat. "Anyway, what are we eating? I am starving."

"We are having Magda Singer Hamburgers with homemade macaroni and cheese. She called me after my meeting right as I was making my way up here and asked if she could make us lunch in her new kitchen. I told her that'd we'd be more than happy to eat whatever she makes for us and she said she would be bringing us the food the second she is done with it. Apparently, she really loves that new kitchen. May stole that phone and told me that she won't stop baking and cooking."

"Aww. It's so sweet of my mom to bring us food. May is just the cutest, isn't she?"

"She is. She also told me that she wants to come over to hang out with us. I told her that she could come for dinner and that you'd love to see her."

"Yes! I miss her so much! Thank you, Maxon. You know me all too well."

"It's my specialty." He says with a wink.

"So, we have to talk about Italy."

"Yes, we do." He takes a drink of the water that sits on our table. "Queen Bianca and King Alfonso want us to leave two days from now and stay for at least four days. I told them that should work well for us, considering that most of our work can be put on hold and our advisors do a pretty good job making sure our country doesn't destroy itself while we're away. I did also tell them that we'd only stay four days just so that way you can see your family and we can keep the country afloat. Princess Nicoletta wants a day for you and her to hang out, and I need at least one day for business. The rest of the days can be rest days or tourist days. I wouldn't mind wandering around Rome with you if you want to come with me."

"Of course. I want to see Italy so bad, and I want to visit with Princess Nicoletta just as much. I'd be happy to go with you."

"Excellent. I will let them know once lunch is out."

After we finish talking about our trip to Italy, we hear a knock on the door. Maxon and I both look to see a maid standing in the doorway. She curtsies and rises. "Your Majesties, a Magda Singer is here. Shall I send her up."

"Yes. Please do!" I answered her.

"Right away, Your Majesties." She curtsies again and hurries away. Leaving just me and Maxon for a few moments alone before my mom arrives.

"Maxon, what is a question you've always wanted to ask me?"

"Oh god… I don't know." He huffs, "Maybe what makes you think you can be so damn sexy when you're right?"

"Oh my god! Maxon!" I blush furiously.

"You stood up to Mr. Finch without any problems and you were sexy as hell when you did it. How do you make standing up for yourself so sexy?"

I giggle, "I find confidence in myself and in my surroundings and stand my ground. Maxon, do you remember the night I found out about your back?"

"Very vividly, yes."

"Remember how you told me you dreamed of that moment when you stood up to your father for so long?"

"Yes." He stretches his back out. I noticed that he only does that when he remembers how often he got caned.

"You might not have had a moment where you told him off directly, but by marrying me and by ruling justly, you are proving him wrong everyday and standing up for yourself like you told me you wanted to in that safe room. I find my confidence to stand my ground through you because I remember how you wouldn't let him hit me and now I'm in the same boardrooms that he once ruled and sleeping in the same bed that he once laid in. You realize that you are the only reason I stand up for myself in front of you, right? It's just you."

"Really?"

"Yes. You give me these waves of confidence that make me feel like I can do anything I set my mind to. You make me feel like I am worth something more than the dust and dirt I came from. You make me feel like I deserve this life that you have let me have. And when I remember all that you do for me, it gives me the confidence to keep going."

"I-I didn't know you felt that way."

"It's because when I'm with you, I forget that you are what gives me that strength until I need it most. I forget how often my confidence comes from you."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." A voice says from the doorway.

I look to see my mom carrying two glass dishes stacked on top of each other.

"Jesus, Mom! You could have had a maid carry these up for you! That's four flights of stairs!" I tell her. I stand up and take the dishes from her to set them down on the table with Maxon's assistance.

"It's fine. Just some good old fashioned hard work."

"Mom." I whine.

"America, sweetheart. I'm fine. Just doing what I can. Trying to make sure my baby girl is staying healthy."

"I am. Maxon is feeding me very well and he has been since I got here for The Selection."

"Of course he is." She said, eyeing him up and down, "It's his only job besides Illea."

"A pleasure to see you, as always, Mrs. Singer."

"Call me Magda! No need for formalities when you are my family!" She tells him, opening her arms wide for him. "How are you doing, Maxon?"

He hugs her. "Fantastic."

My heart melts as they hold each other so fondly. I may have been more of a daddy's girl, but I do love my mom so much and seeing them together makes me remember how much I love them both. "You two are so cute. You're gonna make me cry!"

They both pull away. Maxon's eyes sadden lightly. "Oh, Darling!"

"Ames, Babygirl, come here! You need a hug!" Mom exclaims to me, pulling me into her sweet and comfortable embrace.

"Thank you, Mom. For lunch and the hug. I needed both today."

"Happy to provide." She tells me, letting me go. "May will be over for dinner at 5:30, okay? Enjoy your lunch!"

"Thank you!" I tell her again before she blows us kisses and waves goodbye while leaving the parlor.

Maxon and I both sit down in comfortable silence to eat. He finishes his hamburger and macaroni and cheese before I do, but that's only because I was talking about random things the entire time. Eventually, Maxon takes my almost gone food away from me so we can hang out a little bit before we both have to go back to work a little bit.

He stands up, "Let's go. We are going to have a little date."

"Ooo, where are we going, Loverboy?"

"I was thinking we'd start in the library, then migrate to our room for an hour before you need to go back to work with Silvia."

I stood up and joined him, "Sounds romantic."

He holds out his hand for me, "Take my hand and let me lead you away from here."

Without a moment's worth of hesitation, our hands latch together and we are away from our parlor. We walk through the halls of our home diligently. He takes me down to our rooms first. I'm not sure why, but asking questions is pointless when Maxon has his mind sent on something. We stop in the King's suite. He drops my hand to take off his suit jacket and tie, leaving him in the cream colored button up shirt to match my dress.

"Sorry, Darling. It was getting just a tad too stuffy for me. I figured you wouldn't mind a slight detour."

"With you?" I lean into his arm once our hands rejoin, "Never."

He kisses my lips swiftly, then we are off again. He leads us down the two flights of stairs to the first floor of our home. We pass the glass doors that lead out to the garden and the many parlors around it. We pass the in home theater and door that leads to the maid's quarters. But atlas we made it to the library. My eyes glow in awe by our library. I had been here many times throughout The Selection, but nonetheless I was still star stuck by this sanctuary in our home.

"I have a surprise for you, Darling."

I look at the love of my life, "You said no more surprises when you gave me all those goodies the other day."

"I said every once in a while, not never ever. I love you too much for that." He kisses the side of my head, "Follow me."

So I do. He leads me down aisles of books and magazines. I run my fingers along the spines, watching the titles change below my finger tips. We clear one long aisle and he takes me down to a row of bookshelves along the wall. His eyes scan the wall before him, looking for specific titles to surprise me with. Then he sees it and grabs it. It was at the very bottom of the last shelf, and it didn't look like the other book selections placed along the shelves. Instead, it was more like a binder of sorts. I watched him bring it over to the table next to me and motioned for me to look at it. I step closer and read the gold title on the blue binder-book. It reads 'Our Love Story By The Royal Highnesses King Maxon and Queen America'. I run my hands over it and feel the indent of every sweet word that was pressed into the coarse material of the cover. A smile starts to form on my lips.

"Can I look inside?"

I look up at him with eager eyes. He returns my smile and mirrors the look in my eyes. He nods to me. I turn back to it. I flip the top cover and smile at the first picture. My selection application picture. He must have studied this picture forever when we first met. I read the text scribbled above it. 'The beginning of our story.' Below it was a short poem written in reading:

'My life didn't truly start till I met you. I knew of what beauty the night sky could hold, but you made the stars shine brighter the night we met than I could have ever imagined. You light up my world and show me what living is. I am forever in love with what you have given me and what you are to me. I love you, forever and always, America. You have given me a happy ending when we are nowhere near the end of our lives of joy. I cannot express how much I actually love you, Darling. I love you. I love you. I love you.'

I flip to the next page. It was filled to the brim with pictures of strawberry tarts, the garden at night, and me from my first week in the palace still wearing the name pin on my dress. Maxon had scribbled in some thoughts and stories besides some of the pictures. One of them says 'America loves these strawberry tarts, maybe even more than me :)' with another saying 'This is where we met. She called me shallow. Yet somehow we fell in love and are here now' on the same page. I smiled at them all. Every page was filled with pictures and stories, there were even a few with fabric swatches that he managed to steal from my old dresses.

Tears start to form in my eyes seeing all the memories in one place. "Maxon… this is beautiful. How did you even get some of this stuff?"

"I took the pictures, some I had to steal from the press, but still. I talked to Mary to get fabric swatches which she was more than happy to give me what I requested. But, I'm glad you love it. We are going to keep adding to this, too. It doesn't stop at our wedding. The picture of you and May by the mural she painted is going in here along with all of our date night photos. I want to even put some of the pictures we just took in here, but I also want to be able to show this to our kids when we are ready to."

I turned to hug him. My arms wrap around his neck pulling him close to me, "Thank you, Maxon. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, America." He kisses my neck lightly since it's by his lips already. I could stay here all day with him like this. I pull back only to kiss his lips. His hands push me into him even more than before, deepening our kiss. Without thinking, I threw my leg up over his hip. His hands trail from my waist down my ass and leg to support me like he always does. This inclines him to pull me up completely. I wrap my legs around him further, never letting our lips break apart. My skin tight dress rides up, but I don't even care because we're in the back part of the library anyway. He turns and pins me into the wall. I smile into the kiss, knowing exactly where this is going. I put my hands on his chest. He looks up at me, eyes full of concern.

"Are we doing this now?" I ask.

"What? Like sex?"

"Yeah. Are we doing that now?"

"It's up to you. Whatever you say goes. If we don't then we gotta get back upstairs soon." He admits.

I nod with a giggle and kiss him, giving him my yes. He pushes my dress the rest of the way up my body, leaving it around my waist. Then, my thong is pulled down. We manage to get it off and it's on the floor below our feet. Then he undoes his pants and slides all of his undergarments down to his knees. Somehow, between our kisses I notice how his stance widens so his pants and boxers don't fall. He reaches between us, and just like the other times we've had sex like this he adjust so that way his cock lines up with my dripping hole.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Do it or I'm going to implode." I command.

He pushes in lightly first, just the head enters. I moan lightly. He smiles. "This might hurt. No time to adjust, okay?"

I nod. Then he thrust so forcefully I screamed out.

"Hey, hey. Shh. Bite into my shirt if you have to. You can't be too loud or we will get caught." He tells me.

I nod and lean into him, placing my mouth around his shoulder. He pulls out and then enters again. My muffled scream is still heard as the pleasure of feeling him in me again still gets me every time. He keeps going, but it's at a slow pace. I think the only reason he is doing it like this is because of how it's making me react. Every time he goes in I moan into him. I can feel his smile on my neck as he keeps going.

It's all going great as we make love in the library. I mean, I was so close, and Maxon wasn't too far from his orgasm either. It was all going fantastic until I heard: "Oh my god!" come from around us.

I open my eyes, taking my mouth off of Maxon. But, when my eyes are open I see, none other than "Marlee!"

Maxon stops mid-stroke and looks around to see her. Her eyes are wide and her face is flush. "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"It's not what it looks like!" I try to explain, but it's useless. It's exactly what it looks like. There is no way it's not exactly what it looks like.

She turns around. "You have ten seconds to stop that. Ten."

As she starts to count, he pulls out and I am let down.

"Nine."

I am reaching down to grab the thong that is at our feet. Maxon is starting to pull up his pants.

"Eight."

I am pulling the thong up, trying to get it to absorb some of the liquid that is at the base of my thighs along the way. Maxon is tucking his shirt in.

"Seven."

I am pulling the dress down back to its length at my knees. Maxon is buckling his belt up.

"Six."

I am fixing my hair while Maxon makes sure I look okay.

"Five."

I start fixing his hair, inspecting him to make sure there is nothing off about his appearance too.

"Four. Three. Two. One." She turns back to us. "Silvia was looking for you guys and told me to come find you. What the fuck were you two ding dongs doing?"

I look down, the redness and heat already flooding my cheeks and my ears. "I wish I had a better answer than 'you saw it', but it's the truth. You saw what we were doing."

"I told you no funny business! Professional meeting today! That was it!" She yells. I feel like I could see the smoke coming from her ears. "Did you two even get the one goal you had for your meeting accomplished before you decided to shove your dick in her?"

"Yes. We did." Maxon replies sharply. "I'm going to be honest with you, Marlee, your tone with us isn't fantastic right now."

"I don't imagine it is because I'm pissed!" She yells at him. "I don't even care about my tone! I am just so upset that you two can't keep it in your pants long enough to make it 40 minutes into a meeting!"

I lean into Maxon. For some reason, Marlee was making me- not angry- but upset with myself that I let us get that far. And because my hormones still hadn't really settled post-period, I began to silently cry into him with my head down.

"Tell her to leave…" I say quietly into his arm, turning my body so she can't see me.

"Marlee, exit. Now." Maxon says in a tense voice.

Marlee huffs angrily. "Fine! We will be talking about this later, though!"

She turns on her heels and exits the library. I still cry into Maxon. He notices and kisses my head. "It's all okay now. She's gone."

I turn into him completely and cry harder. I don't hold anything back. I just sob into him.

"I'm sorry, Darling. This was my idea. I should have just waited until we could be alone without any risks of anything."

I shake my head. "This is my mistake. I should have said no."

"No, it's not your fault at all." He kisses my head, "Not your fault at all. I'll deal with Marlee. You go upstairs and find Silvia, okay? Figure out what she wanted, alright?"

I nod into him. I hug him tighter, though. I kiss his neck lightly, tears still trailing down my pale cheeks. "For what it's worth, I was very close right before she came in and you were making it very hard to not jump over that line."

"I know. I could feel it. You'll get it later, okay? I promise. Now, go. I love you, Darling." He kisses me, then releases me.

"I love you, too, Maxon." I tell him before I saunter off. Time to go put out some fires.