A/N: Another one for you. Enjoy!
America sat on the floor of her bathroom. Sweat dripped down the sides of her face. She could feel the heat on the small of her back, too. Her stomach curled and rolled again. She felt the vomit travel up her throat and then it was in her mouth. She threw up into the toilet. She coughed and spit trying to get the foul taste out of her mouth. She took a sip of the water from the bottle beside her, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting it out again.
Maxon came back into the bathroom, this time with the pregnancy test box she had requested he get her.
"How are you holding up?"
She snorted, "Do you want a real answer?"
"So, not good then?"
"Not at all." She said, trying to wipe her lip. She felt her stomach churn again. She leaned into the toilet and released what must have been the last of her dinner.
Maxon got her a wet rag, soaked with cool water for her. She spit into the toilet again after swishing around the water. She took the rag from Maxon, thankful that she wasn't doing this alone. "I think that might be the last of it…"
He nods. "That's good."
There was a pause of complete silence between them. America was hardly ever silent becaue she always liked talking and hated teh silence and Maxon liked talking to her about whatever she brought up. But at this moment, he didn't know what to say and neither did she. He cleared his throat, "Do you want me to stay with you while you take the test?"
She nodded with a pleading look in her eyes. "I'm nervous, Maxon."
"I know you are, Darling. But it will be okay. I'm here with you this time and then we can tell Marlee, Carter, Brice, Kyle, the twins, your mom, or who ever you want whenever you wamt"
She sighed. She got onto her feet and flushed the toilet filled with her vomit.
"Don't watch. Just be here with me." She requested. Maxon listened to her, placing a kiss on her head before turning away from her. She pulled down her pajama shorts and her panties and sat down. She doesn't know how she managed to do it, but one potty break later she had done her pregnancy test.
They waited in the bathroom together. He held her, placing a light kiss on her head before lightly swaying to pass time.
She had done this before, waiting to see the results of the test, but not with him. Maxon wasn't with her when she found out she was pregnant with the twins. She remembered he wasn't there because Marlee was there with her. She recalled her stomach rolling, sending her into a wave of terrible nausea when she was in a meeting with Marlee, Silvia, and a few other provincial leaders of Illea discussing a tour for the upcoming fall season. She bolted up from the table in the conference room without much warning, throwing everyone off guard. She ran through the hallways trying to get to a bathroom. She puked in the doorway to the bathroom cause she couldn't run fast enough. Marlee followed her. Marlee watched America vomit across the floor. Marlee helped America clean herself and the floor up. Marlee got her the test to take, too. Marlee sat with America while she was nervous and when she was crying because she was overwhelmed with joy.
She shook her head, worry clouded her thoughts. Maxon just rubbed her back. He kissed her head, trying to distract her. She sighed, "What if I'm not pregnant?"
The couple had been trying to get pregnant for a little while now. America didn't want the twins to be too much older than the next baby born, but she also didn't want them to be too close in age. They waited about two years after the twins were born to start actively trying. She got off the birth control that Maxon and America thought she should be on to help regulate her hormones postpartum and help prevent another baby too early. He understood America's worry about not being pregnant because it only took them one month after actively trying for the twins and this was nearing month nine of trying for baby three.
"Then we try again…" He said. He sighs, saying softly in her ear. "I bet you are. I can feel it in my bones that you are."
It really wasn't that important for America to get pregnant. They already produced an heir to the throne so there wasn't any reason for them to legally get pregnant. America just wanted a bigger family. Maxon just wanted to make her happy. America wanted to be pregnant, Maxon wanted to give her the world. So, they had sex often after the twins were two years old. Every time they had the same goal: Maxon had to try and get pregnant.
"I- I just don't know. My period still could come in the next few days. I'm not late, I just feel sick. It could be food poisoning or I could be having an allergic reaction or I could be sick and have a fever."
"Or you could be pregnant with baby number three…" He reminds her.
She smiles, but lets it fall quickly, "I just don't want to get my hopes up to not have a baby coming."
"If you aren't pregnant, then we focus our parenting on Eadlyn and Arhen and when we are alone we keep trying. "
"What if I am pregnant and I lose the baby, Maxon?"
"We cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, we focus on this. If you are, then we focus on making sure that you don't lose the baby."
She nods. He kisses her head again. "You did perfect with the twins. You carried them to term with minimal complications. It was nothing like what I heard happening in my mother's pregnancies. I don't think worrying about losing the baby is something you should focus on, okay?"
She nodded, again. The timer went off. She picked her head up from his shoulder. He turns her toward him, grabbing her hands. "Whatever happens, just remember that you got this. If you are, we will be okay. If you aren't, we try again. Everything will be okay. I love you."
"I love you too." She tells him. He kisses her hands before letting them go. She goes back to the sink where they set the test down. Her eyes welled up with tears before she even looked at it. Then, she looked at it. Two pink lines crossing over each other, forming a faint cross over the opening in the test. She covers her mouth, trying to hold back the tears. She turns around and just nods at Maxon.
"You're pregnant?"
She nods. He comes over to her and hugs her. She wraps her legs around him. He kisses her sweetly. He lets her down, feet gracefully touching the tiles of the bathroom floor. She kisses him again. He kisses back, pulling her towards him. She falls into him. They stumble until Maxon is against the counter by the sink. Maxon's hands sink lower on her waist. The grab at her, wanting her completely against his body. She moaned into the kiss, wanting and craving more of him. She was more in love with him than ever. The feeling was mutual between them.
He pulled away from her lips for a moment. "If you are up to it, would you be willing to have sex with me?"
She nods and kisses him again, her tongue begging for entrance into his mouth. He accepts willingly. They explore each other's mouths like it's their soul purpose on earth. Her hands already go to push down the fabric that is between them. She starts with hers, pushing the shorts and panties down quickly. When they fall at her ankles, she kicks them away. She quickly tears her sleep shirt off, leaving it on the floor of their bathroom. She starts to push his shorts and boxers down his legs. They fall at his ankles. He tears his nightshirt off. She kisses him harder, feeling him hard against her. He smiles into the kiss. He picks her up to move her to their room. Their lips never leave each other. His hands hold her up by her ass. Her legs are wrapped around his waist. Maxon can feel how wet she is. He grows more needy to pleasure and pamper his beautiful wife.
America is placed on the bed, her body bounces in the mattress once before she is covered head to toe with Maxon. His lips place hot, wet kisses down her neck to her collarbones. She moans lightly as Maxon kisses the base of her neck. He shifts his lips down to her breast. He places more delicate kisses along her chest, kiss around her nipple then directly on top of it. She moans louder as the pleasure from his mouth rushes through her body faster than the speed of light. He goes further down her body, being extra careful around her stomach despite there not even being a bump. Nonetheless, his mouth still sucked on the skin below her belly button and above where her panty line would be. He even placed a love bite on her hip.
America was now even more needy than before. She sighed, "I love the foreplay, but can you fuck me please?"
He gives a hearty laugh but compiles to his queen's wishes. He strokes his erect penis, spreading the precum from tip down his shaft. He held in a moan of pleasure because he knew the real pleasure was only moments away. He slipped up the folds of her pussy. It wasn't the same as when they got married, but he enjoyed it more because he fit into her perfectly. He slipped into her perfect hole, gasping as he carefully pushed into her, but not too hard just yet. She gasped as he entered. She looked down at her stomach. After the third time having sex, post marrige, America and Maxon both realized that as long as America was maintaining the same thinness, they could see the bulge of Maxon's dick pressing against her stomach on every thrust. Maxon liked to know that he was that big to make her feel it by her belly button. America was fascinated by seeing him move in and out, pressing against her so perfectly. She made a point at see him move in and out of her any time they had sex, and this was no exception. He moved in and out of her once. She moaned in contentment, seeing the bulge disappear just to reappear moments later. She almost worried if he was disrupting the baby that was growing inside her. She couldn't focus on it too much though because Maxon was already making me shake and quiver.
His fingers rubbed over her pink and swollen clit, causing her to moan out more than before. Maxon groaned too, feeling her tighten around him. He smiled knowing that he still made her crazy with pleasure as they fucked. Before they knew it, both of them had finished with a bang. Maxon first, but America was shortly after.
He collapsed down, falling on her side instead of directly on her which he normally did. She sighed, taking deep breaths.
"Not that this important right now, but we need to go get an ultrasound done to confirm the pregnancy and see how far along I am." She told him.
"Of course. But we need to sleep before that. You've been up in the bathroom since 10, and it's currently," He peered at one of the clocks on their nightstands, "2:51 and the twins will be up in a few hours cause they can never sleep past 6 in the morning."
"I'm just so excited… Another baby. Another person to care for. Another person who is a product of us. Another person to love as I love the twins and as I love you." She said the last sentence faintly, saying it more for herself than to him.
He reached over and kissed her cheek. "We can go down now if you want. Dr. Ashlar works during the night some times. And he doesn't even have to be the one to administer the ultrasound."
"Can we? I want to meet this little nugget."
Maxon chuckled, "For you, always. Let's take a quick shower though. Wash the sex and sweat off."
He got up, a little bit, and turned back to the bed where America was already crawling over to him so they could walk together. He got her onto the floor safely. She leaned into her husband as she walked back to his bathroom. He turned on the shower and jumped in with America following behind him, both of them leaving the pregnancy test at the counter with a more prominent cross marked in pink.
