This story is a collaboration with odiebell98
There was a knock on the door minutes later, probably my maids.
"Go away!" I cried out, but the three of them shuffled in anyway. Lucy grabbed a box of tissues, and Mary sat next me and held my hand. Since when did they stop listening to me? Maybe I'll let it slide this time though. At least now I wasn't as alone as I felt. "Thanks," I muttered.
"Your welcome miss. I take it, His Majesty didn't like you keeping it from him?" Mary said somberly. Did everyone know about our fight already? After all, I had only found out I'm pregnant this morning!
"He's beyond mad at me." I cried and cried. I didn't move off my bed and my maids took turns holding me. My mother and May both made an appearance but I don't remember much of it. I was numb and the night passed in a blur. Maxon never came.
The next morning, I woke to my tear stained pillows and my favorite quilt from home, it was my father's. I looked towards the windows, and felt a pang in my chest. They were covered by my father's old smocks that my mother sewed together to make a curtain. I missed him. I looked towards my couch across the room, where May was asleep.
Looking at her, I thought of the day she was born. I was too young to remember much. Just having to wake up in the middle of the night and the look on my dad's face when May finally came into the world. He was thrilled. I remembered more of the day Gerad was born. I helped Mom and Dad with them so much. I began to cry again. I tried to stifle a sniff but failed to be quiet. May stirred and I silently cursed myself. "Ames?" She blinked and came to my bed. "Are you okay?"
"May, can I ask you something?" Knowing the answer, I continued, "Do you think I would be a good mother?" She looked at me with innocent eyes and I knew she was not who I should be asking. I needed someone who would be brutally honest with me. "May, can you go get Mom please?" She scowled but nodded, leaving the room.
"America? You need something honey?" Mom came in and saw my face. She sat next to me on my bed. "This isn't about your fight with Maxon now is it? Because honestly, I heard him in the hallway and he should not have spoken to you the way he did, and if your father were here, he would agree. " She ran her hands through my hair to comfort me. I wondered what Queen Amberly would have done in this situation.
"Mom, should I have told him right away?" She shook her head immediately. "No, sweetie, he has a country to run, and you were being considerate of that. I'm sure that's not how he wanted to find out, and I'll give him the fact you probably should've told him in private before all of the staff found out. Just give him some time sweetie. You always come back to each other. He still loves you. And you have to remember that couples fight," I smiled remembering how Maxon and I fought the day we met. "Your father and I fought all of the time!"
I leaned my head against her shoulder. "You're right Mom. I think I'm going to go see him." With that, I left my mother in my room and headed down the hall to the room I shared with Maxon. His door was cracked open and I could hear him talking to someone. Not quite sure who, I peeked in. Maxon sat at his study and Gavril Fadaye stood facing him.
"Sir, you have to know that she only found out yesterday morning. Not only that, but since the wedding, you haven't had time to yourselves because you have been so busy with the Northern Delegates and the Trade Treaty. Can you blame her for not being able to figure out how to tell you? How'd the meeting go, though?" Gavril turned and saw me, "Never mind sir, you have a visitor." He walked toward the door and bowed in front of me. "Your Majesty." With that he left. Maxon still didn't turn around.
"Maxon," I walked into the room and placed my hand on his shoulder. He tensed but didn't move away. "I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner. I've thought about what you said before and I'm sorry, but I do have some issues with what you said as well." He turned to face me, "and those are?"
"You, Maxon Schreave, are not your father. You will not speak to me like that. Yesterday you were rude and acted just like him. Maxon, I love you so much, but I am your wife and your Queen, and you will treat me as such. You are not Clarkson, so stop acting like him!" If I didn't know him like I did, I probably wouldn't have noticed the way he squirmed at my words, reliving the scars on his back. At this point I was yelling. Tears streamed down my face and a single tear fell down his. He walked slowly towards me.
"America, I'm so sorry for what I said. I forget sometimes that my father was awful to you too. But you're my world and I can't stand the thought of causing you the fear the father did." He gently touches my belly. "This baby is a good thing for us, and I promise to be by your side at all times. Screw the trade treaties! I am going to be a father! Oh my god...I'm going to be a father!" He closed the distance between us and lifted me off my feet. He swung me into his arms and carried me to our bed. We were both laughing between kisses, finally catching up to the excitement that everyone else felt at our announcement.