Bright pink and blue dust exploded all over Maxon and me. The pink dust settled all over Maxon's dirty blond hair while the blue dust sat on top of my hair. A tear fought its way out and more threatened to spill. I was having twins! A boy and a girl! I ran up to Maxon and gave him a peck on the lips but he was deep in thought.

"Maxon, what are you thinking about", I asked shaking his shoulders back and forth to get his attention. He looked at me, his large brown pupils radiating, and a big smile from ear to ear.

"We're having twins, a boy, and a girl, America! I'm thrilled!" He put his hands around my waist and spun me around. He put me down and kneeled down to my belly. We talked and joked around a lot with Marlee and Carter. We also played with Maxon's cousins until the party wrapped up around 11 o'clock.

"I love you two... Evelyn and Liam?", Maxon suggested, questioningly.

"No, Prince Liam sounds like he was already 20 when he was born, and Evelyn, let's build on that. I like the name, but we need something more unique."

"Evelyn's a unique name!", Maxon defended.

"I guarantee you, the next maid we walk into will have at least one friend whose name is Evelyn", I challenged, looking him in the eye.

"Ok, let's see." We walked back into the palace, passing a bunch of guards, but looking for a maid. We soon found a maid walking down the stairs with a dress in her hand, and she was going to be our victim. She had brown hair with piercing green eyes, kind of like Rapunzel.

We walked up to her and she curtsied, with an award-winning smile plastered on her face.

"Do you happen to have any friends with the name Evelyn?" She looked at us curiously for a second but then answered our question.

"No, but my name is Evelyn", she said humbly.

"Ok, thank you, you may continue working", I politely told her while fighting a smirk in front of her. She finally left, and I looked at Maxon with a big smirk and wide eyes.

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An advisor meeting later that day

"The rebels have not stopped. They have simply reduced in size. Many southern rebels basically thought that the southern rebels would do well if they took the throne. Since we eliminated the title of the Eights, they have been forced to put down their facade that they would eliminate the castes if they were ruling. They now have no reason to say that they will be better on the throne", Stavros informed.

"And hopefully, the size of their supporters will decrease enough so we can narrow them down and eliminate their leaders", another added.

"No, killing them is the last thing that we should do. If worst comes to worst, we will resort to that. But, if we have any chance to reason with them, then we should try", Maxon demanded.

"With all due respect sir, they were the reason that you're the late King and Queen died", Stavros tried.

"My father was an unreasonable person. Maybe they have a valid reason to explain. I'm not saying that they deserve a chance, but just that they must have some reason for this", Maxon explained. Apparently, there was no 'all due respect' and all the advisors started yelling so loud I swear my ears were falling off.

"Quiet down and listen! You, people, are arguing over something that we're not even sure that'll happen. Considering your position and how far you have got, you should be smart enough to wait your turn. I don't care if I'm yelling because I'm pregnant, but this matter WILL be discussed later. Meeting adjourned", I yelled slamming the table with my bare fist and slamming the door.

I left the room and composed myself. That was a total hormonal outburst. I walked through the halls of my home and into my suite, sitting down on the bed to calm myself down.

My heart started beating and I could feel it in my throat and neck. It started becoming more and more noticeable, and it was like I was losing control and I was about to pass out. I fanned out my hands and rapidly fanned my face. The world was spinning and my black dots surrounded my spotty vision. I used the bed to support myself, but it wasn't long before my delirious body lost control and the blackness overtook me.

I woke up in my room to a rebel alarm that flooded my ears with the most annoying sound ever. I tried my safe room exit, but the latch wouldn't open. I ran outside by myself but forgot where the safe rooms were. Thankfully, I saw one of the advisors pushing on a wall and running. I followed up to where he did, but a rebel caught up to me and help a gun to my temple. I clutched my stomach with prayers and worry overtaking my mind. The rebel unlocked the holster, but before the gunshot sounded, a honey-blonde-haired figure shoved me out of the way and sacrificed themselves for me. It was Maxon!

"Take care of my babies, my darling. I love you to the end of the world and back. I won't leave without you knowing that", he muttered, losing breath. He choked up blood and soon laid lifelessly on the floor, more blood from the piercing bullet wound spilling out of his pale body.

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