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Chapter 18:

I ran upstairs which I probably shouldn't have done as a queen. I threw up in the bathroom everything that was in my stomach. I stood up and washed my face after and then lay down on the bed.

A guard gave a hesitant knock and said, "Queen America, are you alright?"

"Um yeah," I said weakly.

He walked in and saw the color of my face.

"With all due respect your majesty, I think you should go to the hospital."

I was about to object when I realized it might be a good idea. I was walking down the stairs when the Queen and Princess Daphne came right to me.

"Are you okay," they asked.

"Yes, I-I just think the food didn't go down well. I'm going to the hospital for a few minutes, but I'm sure it's nothing."

They offered to come, but I declined thinking I'd like some privacy.

"Doctor Elizabeth," I called when I entered the room.

"Ahh, Queen America….what brings you here?"

"I just threw up and wanted to know if I should do something."

"Any other things that have been happening?"

"Not much, I've been tired and I can't sleep that well."

"I'm going to take your temperature," the Doctor said.

Her eyes glanced worriedly at the result and she told me I had a 103 degree fever.

"Your majesty, I suggest you stay here for the night. I'm also going to run some blood work to make sure that everything is okay."

I gave a weak nod before letting myself lie down.

Yesterday, they ran some tests and I was about to find out the results. I honestly hated all this fuss just because I vomited once. I'd rather be working on something important then wasting my time.

Dr. Elizabeth walked in and she held a smirk on her face.

I looked at her with a confused expression.

"Queen America, I think I have found the reason you've been a bit tired and have a fever."

Really, there just had to be a reason. I couldn't just be a tiny bit sick and then move on.

"Is it bad? What's it called?"

"Pregnancy."

I felt like my heart stopped.

"W-w-what?" I asked beyond confused.

"Your majesty, you're carrying a child."

No, this couldn't be happening. Of course I loved children, but were Maxon and I ready for this. Did he even want a child right now? Would he be mad? Oh no, what if he hates me. Wait, I'm being unrealistic.

I gulped and said, "Thank you doctor."

"I'm sorry if this is a bit shocking. I think it would be best for you to go back home. You're very sick and stress isn't good for the baby. Also, travel is going to be sickening soon."

"Thank you, I think I might. Please don't tell anyone I'm pregnant though. Just say I'm really sick… I need some time for it to sink in. Tell my husband I'm coming, but no details. I won't talk to him either, he's a bit overprotective."

"Of course, I'll tell your maids as well to start packing."

"I wish your visit wasn't so short, you've really helped me," Daphne said giving me a hug.

"Me too and careful I have a pretty bad fever right now," I said with a small laugh.

Everyone was really sympathetic about me leaving. Well….. I don't really know what Maxon said.

The Queen asked if it was food poisoning and if Daphne did it, but I told her there must have been some ingredient I was allergic too.

The moment I went on the plane, I felt nauseous. I threw up 6 times and I couldn't get any sleep.

I walked out of the car weakly. My maids were right next to me helping me if I'd sink down a little. We slowly made our way to the Palace doors. I missed this place even it had only been a week. France was a bit… too grand.

I saw Maxon running to me and I tried to appear stronger, but ended up failing.

The moment our bodies touched I collapsed in his arms.

Sadly I felt like throwing up so I shook free from his grasp and made my way up the stairs. The moment I was in my room I shut the bathroom door.

I felt like the day before was happening again.

This time Maxon ran in my room only a few seconds after and stood outside the bathroom.

"America, what the hell is happening? Are you okay? You didn't tell me anything? What did Daphne do? You have a bad fever right?" Maxon said stating a list of questions.

He stopped when he heard my pained groans.

I put the down the toilet cover and lay on the cold marble floor.

Maxon slowly turned the knob and when he saw me he fell to the floor as well. He held me in his arms and said comforting words.

My hand was on his chest and I was breathing unevenly.

The thing I loved about Maxon is he could know nothing about why I was acting a certain way, but still manage to comfort me.

I gulped before I spoke and said, "I have a lot to tell you, but first of all Daphne did nothing, okay?"

"Okay. Let's go to your bed. I'm going to get a warm towel for you and then call the nurse."

"No," I said immediately.

"Maxon, I know what's happening…."

"What?"

"C-Can I just change and tell nobody to disturb us, I promise I'll explain."

He was extremely hesitant to, but he obeyed.

I weakly stood and went to my closest. I pulled out some random night gown and went to the bathroom.

I was still clutching my stomach due to the awful pains. Maxon came and helped me walk.

"Do you need help?" He asked.

"I think I might," I said embarrassed.

We walked in together and he unzipped my dress. He slowly took it off leaving me in a bra and panties.

His hands brushed over the bruises from the incident in France.

"It's a long story," I said covering my body a bit.

"I'm aware," Maxon replied looking down with guilt.

I realized there was a small bump forming, but Maxon wouldn't notice.

Once we got out he led me to the bed and lay down right next to me.

He took me into his arms and said to me in his sweet, worried voice, "Please America, I could use a little bit of an explanation."

I snuggled a tiny bit closer.

"I-I'm-," I couldn't finish my sentence due to a rush of nerves.

"You're what America?"

"Maxon, I'm pregnant."

He stopped moving and his mouth was slightly open.

I pulled away from him and looked at him with a scared expression.

"We're going to have a baby?" He asked slowly.

I nodded still not sure if he was mad.

He sat up immediately and gave me the tightest hug in the world.

"Mere, we're having a baby! We're going to be parents," Maxon said excitedly.

A grin broke out on my face.

"I thought you'd be mad," I confessed.

"What? Why, this is good. We need something to brighten the mood around here!"

I snuggled closer and said, "Maxon what if I'm a bad mom. I'm only 18 and we're-"

"America, I love you so much and you will be amazing. I'm going to love you and our child more than anything. I know it'll be hard, but it'll be worth it."

Why was Maxon so amazing with words?

"I'm glad." I said.

He looked down at my stomach and asked, "May I?"

I nodded so he lifted my dress so he could see my stomach. He put his hands around the small bump and said, "There's really a baby in your stomach?"

"Yep," I said giving a small smile.

We lay down again and this time I didn't feel sick. Something about Maxon made me feel comfortable and it really made me wonder how I found the most perfect guy in the world.

Who knew what trouble we'd face, but we'd have each other and we were creating our own family as well.

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