I wrote something like this in my other stories and decided to put it here because it's cute and why the hell not.
Photo #34: Round & Round
Eadlyn smiles warmly at the youth and thrill her mother has in the next photo.
It's a candid of her mother looking over her shoulder at the night sky. The sky was dark yet full of stars. Her red hair and blue eyes pierce through the darkness. Her smile is subtle, but can still be seen.
The photo is a closeup that only shows her face and neck so Eadlyn doesn't really have any other context as to a story behind the event of it. To Eadlyn, anything could be happening.
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A few months after the wedding of Maxon and America, a new carnival opened in Angeles. On the opening day, Maxon gave a heartwarming speech before him and America cut the ribbon with a pair of over-sized scissors before enjoying the night with their citizens.
Even though he was the king and a grown man, Maxon was a child at heart which was more evident than now at a place like a carnival. Everything around him screamed the childhood he wish he could've lived. His father's parenting was strict and conservative - he never got the chance to be a kid.
And nothing made him light up more than his beautiful wife and her awestruck wonder.
Everything from the booths to the rides made America smile her fullest, especially the sweets. She tried everything from the funnel cakes to the caramel corn, and the candy apples. The one treat she loved the most was the cotton candy (and she tasted every color and flavor there was).
After a night that consisted of laughter, enjoyment, and sugar, what the royal couple needed was a nice, relaxing ride in a Ferris wheel. Whe they both enter the carousel, America sits on one end and Maxon on the other. When it begins moving, America perks up and begins looking all around her, watching everything below get smaller and smaller the higher up they go.
Just like her plane ride from Carolina to Angeles because of the Selection, America loved being in the air. Something about being high off the ground and closer to the sky amazed her for some reason.
America peeks over the edge from one side and then slides across her seat to look over the other. Maxon grins to himself as he quickly snaps a photo with his camera that's been hanging around his neck the whole evening.
In the dark, the flash from the camera pops and America gasps a little from the shock. Maxon laughs as America crosses one leg over the other and does the same to her arms.
"Not cool, Maxon," America scolds. "We're over a hundred feet in the air."
"All the more reason to do this, love," Maxon replies playfully. "We're on top of the world right now, even without our crowns."
America looks down and sees the lights from the booths from below only as blurs. "Still, it's a long way down."
Their carousel stops at the top after going around twice. Maxon thinks of a way to have fun while up in the air. While America isn't looking, Maxon begins to rock the carousel back and forth.
"Maxon," America states firmly.
That doesn't stop him. Maxon continues to rock the carousel, much to America's protest and their lives at stake. At one point, Maxon adds a little too much force on his rocking. America falls forwards and Maxon pounces her way just to restore equilibrium. They collide in the middle and lie on the floor of the carousel. Maxon has a firm arm on top of America and they both wait as the carousel stops rocking.
When it pauses, Maxon sighs of relief and chuckles softly on top of his wife. America slaps his chest with the back of her hand.
"That was scary!" America yells. "My heart is racing."
"That's when you know you're having fun," Maxon replies, kissing the top of her head.
"Oh stop that, Maxon Shreave," America says, though she wants him to keep on going.
If there are any mistakes (which there probably are), I am sorry. I didn't proofread this.
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