A/N:
I just wanted to mention that I am really enjoying writing this fan fic. It's my first attempt, and I appreciate all the feedback.
piepie1289 I'm glad. So nervous to put my writing out there.
prnamber3909 Thanks!
SelectionLoverForever Thanks! I hope to update daily until the story is over.
DaughterofSea You're right—the summary was a little vague. This is my first Fan Fic, so I'm mostly trying not to make any faux pas! Anyone know how to revise a summary on this platform? :)
Dan-Four-Lover I was feeling the same way! Thanks for reading. I just can't shake this book. :)
The doctor can't keep the smile out of his eyes, but carefully holds the rest of his face blank. My klutziness is notorious in the palace, and I can't help but think that's a good thing for Maxon. Otherwise, everyone from the stable hand to council advisor would whisper about my new facial features. This time, I honestly don't know why this situation is so funny-I didn't bean myself with the door or trip up the stairs or twist my ankle on the garden path. All had earned me appointments with Doc in the last six months. I am actually a little nervous about passing out in the shower.
I carefully touch the bandage on the bridge of my nose and the lump that is beginning to recede on my head. Maxon paces the room, alternately muttering to himself and coming to my bedside to squeeze my hand or touch my hair. It's endearing and irritating at the same time. "Doc's back," I remind him. "He probably has the test results."
Maxon lands back beside me and takes my hand, looking at Doc with his serious "official" expression. "Report. I've never seen a blood draw and an EKG for a broken nose."
"Your Majesty," Doc turned to me, "I went on instinct when ordering additional tests. Vasovagal episodes are not atypical for women your age..."
I raise an eyebrow at that statement, and heat flushes my cheeks. I suddenly know what he is going to say. I sneak a look under my eyelashes. Maxon's face still reflects deep concern. He hasn't put two and two together yet.
"Continue your report, Doc."
Doc looks at me and winks, knowing I know. "Your Majesty?" I return his look with a discrete smile and a small nod.
"Maxon, " I begin. "Look at me."
He turns those beautiful brown eyes toward me, a crease furrowing in the middle of his brow. "Ames? Can someone just please..."
I touch his cheek as Doc quietly leaves the room, "I hope our baby has those eyes."
He freezes.
I don't realize I'm holding my breath until he grabs both my hands and I exhale. "What did you say?" His eyes are wide.
"Maxon, we are going to have a baby," I grin, more excited every time I say it.
I press the call button as he crumples forward and has his own appointment with the floor.