[This takes place before the second epilogue of The One. Sort of rated M, so beware. Enjoy!]

I run into my suite right after breakfast. I throw the bathroom door open and immediately start vomiting. Not fun. I've been feeling all sorts of weird these few weeks. Morning sickness, fatigue, and loss of appetite. I haven't bothered to go to the doctor unless Maxon finds out since he'll force me to go. I've been trying my best to not show signs of sickness because I don't want him to have to worry. Luckily Mary had been in my room when I came in so she held back my hair and patted my back as I continue throwing up.

Everything I ate finished going back up so I just sit there next to the toilet ,"ughh..Mary.."

"Your Majesty, I think it's best if you go to the doctor now. You haven't been feeling good for two weeks."

I gasp trying to calm myself. "Yeah, but what could I possibly be sick with? All of a sudden this disease hits me.."

"When is your period due, your Majesty?"

"Hmm. It's actually late…wait..what are you suggesting, Mary?"

"Miss, it could be because you're pregnant."

I swallow. I stare at her for a few seconds before I understand what she's saying. Wow. It makes sense. I then start filling my mind with endless possibilities of what to do now. Should I tell Maxon now or what?

Mary helps me to my feet then cleans my face as I rinse my mouth with water. As soon as I'm done I sit on the bed, thinking. First things first, I'm going to the doctors. I need to get myself checked out at last. And if Mary is right about this pregnancy, then I'll take it one step at a time. I'm already stressed enough as it is. With policies, foreign affairs, public appearances, and Maxon's birthday on the horizon, pregnancy was the last thing on mine and Maxon's minds. We had been trying though; no condoms and birth control but it hadn't hit me until now.

"Mary, it is crucial to not let anyone know I'm going to the doctor. Especially Maxon."

"Of course, your majesty."

With that said, I quietly walked out the room hoping Maxon wasn't anywhere nearby. He should still be in a meeting for an hour or so.

I quickly walk to the hospital wing as poised and queenly like as possible.

"Your Majesty," the staff said in unison as I walk in.

The doctor stepped forward and asked if I felt fine. He led me over to the bed and I started telling him what was wrong. He diagnosed me as I spoke and when I was done speaking he calmly said, "my assumption is that you are pregnant, my Queen. The nurse is setting up the ultrasound and we'll have a look." Even though I was prepared to hear it, my heart leaped. It was perfect timing and I'm thrilled though my mind became filled with worries. This is my first child so I have no idea what it's like. The nurse came back and spread a gel on my tummy and the doctor put a device on it.

After a couple minutes he finally spoke, "my assumption is correct. You are pregnant, Your Majesty."

Those were the last words I heard before I woke up in the hospital bed. Turns out after the news I just fainted.

"Dr. Ashlr, please keep this a secret. I'll tell Maxon myself, but not now."

"Of course."

I leave and head towards our room to try and sort out what just happened. All I know is that I'm happy to be pregnant but I don't know how everybody else will take the news. Maxon comes in, "Hello darling. I thought you were with Marlee."

I didn't want to lie to him and I didn't want to tell him just yet. "We rescheduled for this evening. Are you free right now?"

"Yes I am, and I wanted to show you something" he placed a box in front of me. I opened it and had the pictures we took together at a mini photo shoot. We used Maxon's camera and us as the models. They turned out beautifully and captured our true happiness. I'm smiling as I look through the photos and Maxon leaned in to smooch my face. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding? These are more perfect than our wedding photos! Actually the same, but still," leaning into the kiss him on the lips. We spend another hour obsessing over the photos then I ask "so for your party, I have everything set into stone but, your birthday present..I really don't know what to get you."

"America, you honestly don't need to get me anything. I have everything I need." Maxon runs his lips down my neck but I look at the clock and it's time to meet with Marlee. I swat his hand away from the hem of my shirt and he looks at me as I giggle. "Tonight" I whisper. "Marlee's waiting for me." He sighs and agrees to let me go, watching me as I make my way out of the room. I didn't tell me about the pregnancy because I wanted to tell him in a special way and what more special way than on his birthday.

After dinner I'm checking in with all the details of Maxon's party for tomorrow. I see that everything's on track and I've caught up with all my queen duties that I head back to the room hoping Maxon doesn't come to bed late. I change into my flimsy white silk night gown and flop onto bed reading a book. Before I get too into the book, Maxon silently walks in and changes into his pajamas. He quietly lays next to me on his side and uses one arm around my waist to pull me closer to him and he gives me a couple kisses on my cheek. "I miss you."

I put my book down and smile at him. "Hmm. How much do you miss me?" I tease. I look into his eyes and there's a hunger for me just as my eyes reflect the same. "I can show you.." he whispers and grabs me. I laugh and go along with his kisses. Passionate and warm. His hand gently slips off my straps and slides the nightgown down. He makes his way down my body and eventually no piece of clothing is on me. I toss his shirt and pants on the ground. He pushes in and I start moaning. It felt like it lasted an eternity when suddenly I half-consciously feel a tickle on my back.