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Chapter 39 :

I gulped before simply nodded due to my shocked state.

Maxon bowed and said, "I'll be outside," and then left me alone with him.

"You know you are just like your father described. Feisty, but determined to make this country better."

I nodded again. I kept telling myself I didn't know this man, but I felt like I did.

After a moment of silence I spoke up and asked, "How did you know my father, Charles?"

He took my hands into his own and looked right into my eyes, "You know how, little red. That's what your father would call you. His little red."

"Why did you all plan my future? How could you do that to a child you barley knew?" I asked suddenly sounding weak and helpless.

"We didn't; we wanted to just make you aware of your choices America."

"No, you hid from me, you have been using my relations, you've… I-I just feel like I don't have a choice in this world. If you wanted me, why didn't you raise me like Denver?"

"You would've been too young. You didn't know the depth of everything. We wanted to give you time to enjoy your childhood, to grow up musically and artistically." He said pleading for me to understand. I felt as if this man was another father of man. I felt as if maybe, I could trust him. Maybe, I could be his daughter or at least along the lines of that.

"Do you know how much your dad wanted to keep you?" He asks me.

I shut my eyes and shake my head.

"He wanted to raise you with every ounce in his soul. He would rave on and on, every time he got a picture or a letter from Shalom. He wanted to have his daughter in his arms so badly, but he put your safety, your decisions, and your life before his."

"You speak like he's dead when in reality he's back where my family is." I snapped.

Charles sighed. "May I tell you a story?"

"Go ahead."

"The day you were born, Shalom was of course with your mother. Your father-"

"Both of them are my fathers," I yelled in frustration.

"Well, Jefferson escaped his father just so he could meet baby you. He, your mother, and Shalom all met. He has told me the exact words he said over and over again and he wrote them on this paper. He said ….

There are things in this world we can't have, my little red. There a things we do for other's even if it kills us. There are also things we do to other's that hurt other people. I may only get to hold you as a baby in my arms once, but I will cherish this moment throughout my entire life. I promise I'll see you again. I'm not leaving you, my little one. I've learned to never forget a single thing in my life. I may have been abused, and I have tried day after day to forget, but it hasn't even ended. I don't want to forget it though, because it makes me stronger. It assures me that if I raise you, you'd be hurt. I can't live with that. Don't forget what you've grasped, don't forget that people love you, don't forget that this world has hope. Don't forget, that you can shine bright in darkness. People will treat you unfairly, life is like that. Life is never to be determined by one single move. You're a fighter, a warrior, and you won't give up. I can see it. Don't read through the line, my angel, read into the eyes because there's a lot more than just a color. There's a lot more than just a note. There's a lot more than a war. There's a lot more than a child. There's a lot more than just pain. There's a lot more than just love. There's a lot more than this situation and I promise you'll understand one day. I love you, America. I love you so much.

" I get it," I yelled.

"My dad loves me I get it, I've nearly forgiven him, but I haven't forgiven you. I haven't forgiven what could've been my life. I haven't forgiven what people let my life be."

"That where you are wrong. You choose your life and you chose this one."

"I didn't even know-" I was cut off before I could finish.

"You weren't going to know until 18, so sweetheart, you can tell me do you regret marrying the King. Do you regret the Selection."

"Not a bit, I-I'm so confused," I said.

"Don't be, this is your destiny."

I nodded. "Please don't be mad, America. I just wanted you to know."

He walked up to the door and left.

Maxon immediately rushed in and when he saw me said, "Oh god."

Before he could come to me, I got up and ran into his arms.

"Why is life so damn confusing," I said with my arms hanging around is neck tightly, not planning on letting go.

He stroked my hair and just held me.

"Why can't life be perfect with endless love and no problems and stress and a normal life with a normal family and-"

"Shhh," he whispered.

"Because if life were like that, then we wouldn't have to make choices. Without choices, we are all the same and that doesn't give off I love you. Perfection is simply a misjudgment made by people. You can't have it, so you have stop anting it. Life isn't rated on a scale of one to ten. It's filled with emotion which is indescribable. It's undefinable. I don't know what happened America, but I promise you, that I love you. I'm here, and everything will be okay."

How could I have found such an amazing man. How could I have deserved this. I guess life might be unfair, but it brought me this man and let us make a beautiful little boy.

"Do you know how your words make me feel so much better?" I asked looking into the warms eyes I knew so well.

I pressed my lips onto his and kissed him with everything I had in me. When we broke apart my forehead leaned against his.

"You can tell me what happened, when you're ready. For now, let's crawl into bed and sleep. Okay?"

"That sounds pretty good, will you help me change?" I ask in a tired voice.

"Of course."

He did as I asked and slowly unbuttoned the buttons on my dress. My eyelids were falling and I just wanted to dream peacefully. I slipped into a nightgown, which I forgot the color of. Maxon changed as well and lay on the bed. My hands lay on his chest, and my head fit in the crook of his neck. His body was warm, unlike my shivering one.

Out of nowhere I say, "I miss Declan."

"Me too," he whispers.

"What do you think he's doing right now?"

"Sleeping… or eating," He said giving off a deep chuckle.

"I can't believe while I'm sitting here begging for the life of a baby, I have one."

"You sure do, in fact he's quite handsome, probably just like his father." Maxon replied wiggling is eyebrows. I appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood.

"Well, who is his father, because clearly it isn't you." I said smirking.

"Excuse me?!" Maxon said faking, and doing a bad job, at a offended look.

I laughed and when he said, "I strongly believe that you enjoyed looking at me during our honeymoon," I blushed.

"You're so damn cute when you blush," He whispered.

"I feel like this inappropriate because we have a child," I say hiding my face in his arms.

"Honey, it's only inappropriate if in 19 years he catches us doing this." Maxon replied shaking his head and smiling.

"Well then, continue your attempt to be flirty," and with Maxon once again managed to make me smiled, even in a tough time.

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