Alright everyone I think it's almost that time to end my story :( I will do one-shots for the rest of this story because there is not much left. A few questions you guys had I will answer now. Cute Irish Gal oh ok! And I will take a look at it! jonelle I was just teasing ;) Lady Kalee you're awesome girl and I hope you continue writing your fanfic! Thank you sooo much! babysister1997 yeah! BestFan00 I'm so glad you liked it! As for the rebels the attacks just keep coming and coming so I can't just let them go completely. I never even noticed I used them so much! Hahaha! Oh and as for Celia's thing, she knew about Aspen but didn't think America did. Plus since she only got to see her once it's a little difficult to tell in a letter. Princess America yeah that's pretty much it. 191838 I'm glad! Analadybug yes I love fluff too! Meg-sters52 they are don't worry! ClaireMonteith I'm not killing you! Or I'm not trying to! And I bet your writing would be awesome! Juliana Rose I absolutely love you and thank you much for the review! Gilmoregirls1997 thanks for your review. As always :) Mmbutcher thanks so much! I'm glad you like it. Selection girl there's not much left :( vampiregirl2014 thanks for following my story!

I'm glad you all liked my story and I'm sad to be ending it soon!

Love Smashleigh

Chapter 44:

After about six months of planning the day has finally come for America and I to become the King and Queen of Illeá. The ceremony is short and sweet for America's sake since she found out that she was pregnant the other month. So now, being three months pregnant, she can't exactly stand for long periods of time. I make sure she doesn't get up and take care of Alex and Olivia as is! Six months to go and she's due at the beginning of June. We seem to like summer babies lately.

Walking down the long aisle of people, we walk hand in hand. Waiting at the end are the officiates who will crown us and beside them are the crowns that have been in my family for generations. The Queen's crown is slightly smaller than the King's but it's not like we'll be wearing them for more than an hour. Let's just hope we don't pass out in the process.

"Please tell me we can go to sleep now?" America sighs walking into the room a few hours later. She kicked off her shoes and was sprawled on the bed.

Shutting the door I came and sat beside her. "I think you've definitely earned it."

Wrapping her fingers in mine she sat up and leaned against me. The sweet moment continued when we heard the gurgling noise of laughter from the other room. America's face brightened and she stood up, dragging me with her. Together we pushed through the nursery and over to the cribs. I picked up Olivia and she picked up Alex, who were both gurgling and looking happy. Alex kept playing with a strand of America's hair as she came over to sit next to me on the carpet. Laying the children side by side we tickled them and let them play with each other for a bit. Olivia, being the oldest, was the dominate child and liked tormenting her little brother already.

"Just think." America says placing a hand on her stomach. "Soon she'll have another little brother."

Placing my hand on top of hers we watch the two of the children play with each other. Our days after this will be full of different responsibilities, now that we are finally King and Queen of Illeá. Except I'm jealous off America's because they mainly include only budgeting for the palace employees and taking care of the children.

"You've got that look on your face again." she says softly.

"What look?" I asked her.

"You furrow your eyebrows when you get upset. The little lines between them," she says rubbing the spot between my eyebrows. "Always gets these little lines. They're really cute."

I take her hand and kiss the tips of her fingers. She smiles and caresses my cheek. I love these moments, especially when we are all together and it's nice and quiet.

"Knock knock." someone says entering the room.

We both turn to see May standing in the door. It's amazing to see the little sixteen year old she's grown up to be. Almost an identical twin to America but a slightly smaller version. She wears a navy blue floor length dress with a white shawl wrapped around her shoulders.

"Hey May." I say motioning for her to come over. She sits beside America and watches Alex and Olivia start to snooze off. A small smile crosses her face.

"They look so adorable." she says softly, squeezing America's hand.

America smiles. "Alex is a troublemaker." she admits. "I'm sure he'll cause lots of problems when he's older."

"He won't be that bad." I tell her soothingly, seeing the worry lines on her face. "Plus he'll have to be a role model for his younger brother."

"You're pregnant!?" May exclaims. "Oh. My. God. When were you going to tell me?"

America sighs. "We were going to tell everyone tonight."

"Wait! Did you say brother?" May suddenly realizes and her face lights up.

I nod. "We just went to the doctors the other day."

She throws her arms around America's neck. "I'm going to be an Aunt of two princes! America you're killing me! I'm only a year younger than you when you were pregnant with your first."

"May! You can't be thinking of that now!" America exclaims looking into her face. "Promise me you'll wait! Be good, unlike me."

"Of course I will! Mom will probably watch over me like a hawk anyways. The last of her little girls to leave." May fake sniffs but then smiles.

America offers her a small smile. "Well you still have Gerad. He's almost ten now, right?"

"Yeah, but he's still the runt of the litter." she says sadly.

"Well listen." America says. "You ever need me you can come up here. Just call me or send a letter. Any time for anything."

She hugs America. "Alright I got off track. Come on, it's time for your coronation after party!"

"After party?" I ask picking up Olivia and walking her over to her crib.

"Yeah! You've got to party after being crowned the King and Queen of Illeá!" May says picking up Alex. Alex lets out a small yawn and stirs in her arms. May effortlessly carries him over to the other crib. After placing him down she looms for a moment then turns to us. "Come on!"

I take America's hand and tug her away from the nursery. "Let's go, Your Majesty."

"Led the way King Maxon." she giggles.