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Chapter 23:

America's POV :

I slowly opened my eyes that made everything blurry. All curtains were closed and it seemed to be dark outside. Many question surged through me body. What happened? Why was I here?

The thoughts came rushing back. Me screaming, vomiting, kicking. I sat up a bit to quickly as if I stayed down the memories would replay in reality.

I wasn't expecting Maxon to jolt up as well. He looked awful and his eyes were wide.

I don't know why, maybe it's pregnancy, but I felt the urge to hug him. I think he wanted to too because his eyes were red. He probably wasn't crying, but holding back tears might be the reason

"America?" He asked slowly. I couldn't wait a second longer.

I nearly leaped into his arms and he took me in and gave me the best hug in the world.

"Maxon," I whispered from my dry throat.

"I'm so sorry America, I'm so sorry. I should be here for you, but I'm not and I don't even know what the hell is wrong with me. It's just stressful around her and you've been putting so much weight on your shoulders I –I just don't know how to take it off. You never even complain and you're so strong and yesterday just seeing you made me want to- made me want to kill myself and-,"

I stopped the moment he said that last phrase.

"No, you never ever say that. Just like the way you don't say you hate a person, you never say that. I love you and I know you're busy. It's okay Maxon," I said.

"That isn't an excuse. We honestly can't sit here and just fight, you need rest. We can go up to our room if you'd like?"

"That would be nice," I said with a smile.

He helped me out of bed and helped me steady myself.

I took a few steps, but wobbled. Maxon then picked me up bridal style which reminded me of our wedding night.

I let myself fall into his arm and listen to his heart beat fast.

"You are light," I heard him whisper.

"Huh?"

He shook his heads and I could see sadness in his gesture.

Once we got into the room he set me down.

"We have a lot to talk about," he started.

"First, I'm so sorry again. I abandoned you and I keep messing up. It's like me screwing up is on repeat."

I snuggled in his chest and said, "I'm not going to lie, you haven't exactly been right beside me these last few weeks, but don't just blame it on yourself. There's a lot going on right now."

He talked about me having to eat and sleep. He said that now he would make it a rule that all meetings would have to be done before 11:30 and start only after 7:00 am. He also told me he didn't care where we ate, but we'd eat together. Maybe not all 3 meals, but 1-2 each day.

"Also, the doctor asked a question," Maxon said with a smile.

"Would you like to find out the gender of our baby?" He said.

"We can do that?! Do you want to," I ask.

"I don't know, I think it'll be better if we know so we can plan the room."

"Me too, when can we find out?"

"The doctor said today and 9:00 am."

"What times is it now?"

"Uhh, 4:15," he says.

"Can we sleep?"

"Of course."

It was winter and it was cold. I went into my closet and pulled on the warmest pajamas I could find. Who cares if I would sleep for only 3 more hours, I wanted to be warm.

"Hey beautiful," Maxon said as I woke up from my sleep.

"Hey," I said with not much emotion.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired," I said sleeping on his chest.

He let out his deep laugh.

"You ready to find out the gender of our baby?"

That woke me up. "Yes!"

I sat up and looked into his eyes.

"Do you think it'll be a boy or girl?" I ask thinking about the question myself.

"Girl, how about you mere?"

"Boy," I said smiling to myself.

"Alright, we'll see who's right. Want to take a shower or bath?"

"A bath sounds amazing right now after all of…. This. Could I have the vanilla scent with bubbles?"

"Of course honey," he said dropping a light kiss on my forehead.

"I have one more request," I say nervously.

"This stomach is getting heavy, could you help me? I think the medicine is kind of making me really sleepy and…. Um yeah,"" I said awkwardly.

Maxon's strong arms found a way to make me feel a lot more comfortable than I was.

"America, if you told me to jump off a building I would. This is a small thing I could do plus, I'd love to take a vanilla, bubble bath." He said with a weak tired smile.

"What's wrong," I ask pressing my brows together.

"Nothing," he replied shaking his head.

He helped me out and held me as we walked. The medicine for the panic attack was strong. That mixed with pregnancy is painful.

I let out a groan and Maxon started asking a lot fo questions. I told him I was fine, but he didn't believe it.

He drew a bath and I waited patiently. Finally it was time to go in. I checked to make sure the temperature of the water was fine.

We walked out of our room together excited to find out our baby's gender.

We made our way to the hospital.

The doctor looked slightly worried when I walked in.

"Queen America, how are you feeling?"

"Better, still tired, but getting there. Thank you for asking," I reply.

"Alright so to confirm, you want to know the gender right?"

Maxon and I nod.

"Over here then," she said leading to the room where the ultrasound would take place.

It was a similar procedure as all the other times. I laid down and she applied the cold gel.

I took a deep breath somewhat nervous for what I was about to discover. Maxon held my hand tightly and I let him.

She looked in to the screen and a grin broke out on her face.

"King Maxon and Queen America," she started.

"You are having a….. boy," she continued.

Maxon and I sat in each other's arms on the balcony. We were so excited to have a baby and now we knew it would be a boy. Sadly, Maxon was still acting strange.

"Okay, if you don't explain to me what is going on right this second I will walk out of here," I said confidently.

He sighed.

"My dear America, I don't think I know how to be good anymore. It's going to be so busy these next few months. I don't know how to deal with a guerilla, our people are starving, and I'm being an asshole to you. I know I tried to apologize, but it wasn't good. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. When you told me the stories of poverty, and heartbreak I couldn't believe it. All my life I had been lied to. Not only that, I don't know how to do anything. Everything seems so empty. I want to be here for you. Like how I was during the wedding. I want to give you everything you deserve. I'm just scared I can't. There are days where no matter how hard I try; I am going to not see you. Seeing you when you were having a panic attack was scary. I didn't know what to do. The worst part is that everyone had to tell me what was wrong. I should've figured it out, but I-I'm so happy we're having a baby, but I don't know how to do anything." He said looking away with guilt.

"Stop, it's not your fault. You're King; you have a hundred times the responsibility than most people. I want to say. I want to be here for you. Part of me thinks it was the wrong time to have a baby, will we give him enough love?" I ask tears in my eyes.

"Shh," he said pulling me close.

"This baby is the only thing keeping us going. This baby is helping people here. Our little bundle is the greatest gift in the world and I promise that I will love him," he said.

We talked a lot more. We just let out our feelings. I don't know how logn I'll have Maxon all to myself, but I was going to enjoy it. I knew that I was going to love our baby. I knew I would love the many children to come. Most of all I knew that no matter what happens,

I will love my Maxon Shreave.

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