Thank you guys so much for 3k views. Honestly, when I started this fanfiction, I really didn't expect more than 2 people to read it. This makes me so happy!

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Continuation:

Maxon's dead. He's dead. The love of my life is dead. My husband that I shared dancing in the rain, tugging my ear, and 'my dear' with is lifeless. All I hold of him is memories. We were supposed to have a life together, in each other's arms. My king is gone.

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Just wanted to make this clear, the dreaming part is now over.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

"She's waking up", a familiar voice called out. I woke up to an array of faces astutely observing me. I felt like I was a guinea pig in a laboratory. Each person had a series of expressions flashing across their face. They all looked worried. I stared at all of them till I found the face that I was longing to see.

"Oh my god, oh my god!", I said, relief pouring out of me.

"Maxon, how are you alive? I thought you were dead. I saw you die. This can't be possible", I said voicing my thoughts. I sat up groggily, my head pounding and feet swelling. Mom and May sat in front of me, slowly getting up probably to leave Maxon and me alone.

"It was a nightmare, darling. I'm here and I always will be. I love you so much." I sat up on the bed and kissed Maxon.

"I love you too"

"I was so worried about you, America. Please have someone with you at all times! I hate to see you in the hospital bed. It hurts! It hurts so much, Ames", he voiced, words breaking my hurt.

"Ok, if you say so", I assented, giving in. This was once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity.

"Seriously?", he asked, guilt flashing through his face. He seemed like he was hiding something.

"Enough about that Maxon, are our babies ok?", I asked, worry escaping me. He looked away from me as his eyes started to get puffy.

"What happened? Maxon, did I have a miscarriage?", I asked worry laced through my groggy voice.

"We don't know yet", he said, looking at the floor and closing his eyes in worry. I felt like I was going to break and fall through a hole on the ground. My babies might have died. I took in a deep breath, inhaling the bitter smell of the hospital wing.

"Why didn't you tell me?", I questioned, tears threatened to spill out of my eyes. My eyelids became heavy, as I was blinking back tears.

"I was trying to not stress you out", he explained, opening his eyes and looking straight at me. Just then, a nurse came in, wheeling an ultrasound machine behind her, interrupting the current situation.

"Hola, your Majesties. Estoy Maria. I'm here to take your ultrasound ahora", she introduced, her thick Spanish accent filling the room. She looked a little older then me, with her tan skin and friendly smile contagious. Maria soon put the cool gel on my stomach and spread it with the ultrasound transducer. Before we knew it, a scan of our babies popped up on the screen. We were yet to hear the heartbeats.

We looked up at the screen expectantly to see if our little babies were ok.

Thump, thump. We heard the heartbeats engulf the uneasy silence of anticipation.

I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. They were fine, my babies were fine.

"Your babies are alive, mi reina", she said, and I heard the click-clack of her shoes leaving the hospital room. I patted the part of the hospital bed to my right, and snuggled into Maxon's arms, and enjoying the amazing feeling that I was still going to be a mother.

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Later in her room

Since Maxon had put me on bed rest, I sat on my bed sorting through papers. The maids had set up a makeshift desk that sort of looked like one of those things that you'd eat your breakfast in bed on, but it had a harder top, so it would be easier to write. Paige was sitting next me, quietly sewing my next dress. Every few minutes, she would grimace because she had poked herself with a needle. I told her to stop, because she was hurting herself, but she diligently kept on working.

"Paige?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"Okay, first of all, I met you behind a dumpster in an alley, that you've kept a secret for a long time. There's no need for titles. And second, stop hurting yourself, for the millionth time", I told her waving my hands up and down. I didn't want her getting hurt on my account.

"Fine, America", she gave in. "Only because you're the queen and I practically owe you my life." I sighed.

"Paige, you were the one who helped me, and if you want, I can change your job to only a hairstylist for the palace. I sense that you hate doing clothes."

"Yes, please", she groaned. Paige was finally letting her walls down around me. Her life was hard, and I really wanted to get to know her better. Paige was a great friend at the palace, and she helped me after I got shot. After some time signing papers and planning things, Aspen knocked on my door.

"Come in", I consented, not looking up from my papers. Paige left the room to leave me alone, knowing that whatever he wanted to talk about was a secret topic.

"Are you here about Lucy's proposal?", I asked Aspen, putting down the papers in my hand.

"Kind of, I have everything planned out, I just don't know if she'll like it. I decided to do something simple like she'd want. I wanted to take her out for dinner and ask her."

"Aspen, she'll love it. Knowing Lucy, that's perfect. She wouldn't want anything too extravagant. Just tell me when, and I can give you the day off. If you do it at night, I can give you the next day off. I want you guys to have a day to celebrate. I just know she'll say yes", I told him, ranting on and on. Aspen and I caught up for a couple of minutes and soon he left the room.

After that, I mistakingly fell asleep. At like 11:00, Maxon wrapped his arms around me and I fell into a deeper sleep right next to him.

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Helllooooooooo! Before you attack me in the reviews about getting America hurt again, I DID IT FOR A REASON! You'll find out later. I also have some draaaaaaaama planned. Since I was out for a while, it only seemed right to give you guys good content. This chapter was a filler, but the next few will probably be better. Also, not my best chapter, I felt really guilty about not posting so I wrote this really quick!

IMPORTANT: I might start posting every Monday because I need to get back on track to updating soon. No promises, because I don't want to make a promise I might not be able to keep. I might just continue updating spontaneously. If I actually keep updating with the Monday schedule, it will start from Monday the 22nd.

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