I'm just going to put it out there that I'm glad that I published America's birthday chapter on her actual birthday...unlike last year when I was about a week late. But in all honesty, I almost forgot to publish this.


Photo #88: Birthday in Bed

This is another happy photo that makes a smile appear on Eadlyn's face. It seems to be taking place early in the morning. Eadlyn is a young child with her brothers, all of them on their parents' bed, smothering their mother with hugs, kisses, laughs, and smiles. For a moment, Eadlyn wonders where her father is but then she realizes that someone had to be taking the photo. It was most definitely him.

From that last thought comes more questions about the photo.

What angle was her after taking this photo from? The way Eadlyn understands it, the photo seems to be taken like an aerial shot but from the ground, which makes no sense in the terms she put it as. Was her dad on the ground when taking this photo? As ridiculous as that sounds, it really seems like the case here... That just makes Eadlyn wonder why her father was even on the floor.

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The sunlight peers through his bedroom window. Maxon's eyes flutter open and adjust to the brightness. He takes a few seconds to just lie in bed and then a surge of happiness hits him when he remembers that today is his wife's birthday. Maxon turns over and sees America still asleep underneath a mess of her pillows, her bright curls, and their shared sheets.

A smirk approaches his face and not only because of how cute and peaceful his wife looks right now. He thinks that he should wake his wife up by screaming 'happy birthday' to her like an alarm clock, even though she has the right to sleep in on her birthday. Not only would she wake up with a smile on her face but she wouldn't get mad or ignore him like people would to an actual alarm clock - especially since unlike the household object, he will drown his wife with kisses. She'd be too busy kissing him back to yell at him or go back to sleep.

The moment Maxon sits up in bed and gets ready to initiate his plan, his bedroom doors burst open. Maxon jumps a little under the sheets as a stampede of footprints run in at full force. America stirs in her sleep and peeks her eyes in the small opening of the sheets just to wonder what is happening. Her eyes widen at the sight of her children as they excitedly jump on her.

"Happy birthday, mom!" They all scream in sync.

"Thank you!" America yells back.

America cheers in excitement as she pops out of her bedroom cocoon to hug all of her children. All of the noise and sudden movement in the span of seconds catches Maxon by surprise and he falls out of the bed, right on the floor. He lies there for a few seconds, listening to the laughs from his family, and just stays there. The joy radiating from them almost makes him almost forget about the fact that he's on the floor.

That is what prompts him to take a photo from the floor. Not only is it a special occasion but it reminds him to never get mad over the happiness of others, especially since he's currently lower than them. Also, the same could happen on his birthday except with America on the floor. Now, he can't wait for that day to happen. The day where he feels the love and not the floor.

"Maxon, did the kids bring pancakes?" America asks.

Maxon sniffs the air and picks up the pleasant scent which is probably what America noticed and asked. He scoots over to the other side of the bed and sees a breakfast tray sitting on the ottoman. It's a stack of pancakes covered with sticky syrup and powdered sugar, topped with some unlit birthday candles. The kids definitely did not make those but still, they looked great. The only thing he wonders about is how the kids ran in here and the pancakes stayed in an absolutely perfect condition. Then, Maxon realizes that America asked about the pancakes and not his physical wellbeing since he fell on the floor a few minutes ago.

"I could've died!" Maxon exclaims.

America peeks over the edge and sees Maxon kneeling beside her pancakes. She smirks as her arms wrap around their kids again.

"Don't be so melodramatic," America tells him. "The worst that could've happened was breaking all the bones in your body."

Maxon rolls his eyes. He looks at the pancakes and tears a piece for himself, tossing it in his mouth.

"Those are supposed to be mine," America tells him.

"And they taste great," he responds.

"Well, I'll never know now, will I?"

"I'll change that."

America smirks excitedly as the kids settle beside her and she sits up against the bed frame. Maxon picks up the platter of pancakes and climbs onto the center of the bed. America reaches forwards for her pancakes but Maxon keeps them to himself. He takes the fork in his hand and cuts off a piece of the pancake to feed to her. America leans forwards and takes the bite. They tasted so good that America knows that her kids did not make these.

"Happy birthday, my dear," Maxon tells her.

America dabs the corner of her mouth with her finger to remove some syrup. "Thank you, my royal husbandness and thank you, my babies!"

She opens her arms and hugs her kids again. Maxon puts the pancakes down, leans forwards and kisses her. Their kids squirm at the sight of their parents kissing but that doesn't stop them whatsoever.


This was short but I can never come up with any birthday or holiday chapters.

Visit the poll on my page! I forgot to mention this earlier but each of the stories on that poll will have a sneak peek chapter on here when they do get published.

Stay Tuned - A little baby will be joining Maxon for a day at the office...