Quite a fluffy chapter, but enjoy!
AMERICA'S POV
A tickle on my neck. A slight coldness on my side. These two small things were all it took to wake me from one of the best sleeps I'd had in a long time. I opened my eyes to see bright light coming in from the window in front of me. I rolled over and came less than an inch away from chocolate-brown eyes. I smiled and saw the feeling mirrored back on Maxon's face. I slowly moved one arm around to the back of his neck and stroked his blonde hair.
"Good morning, wife." He whispered, smiling at me.
It was strange that, even though it had been a week since we were married, the word still felt strange, alien. I was Maxon's wife. His one and only love. I wished I'd told him I loved him earlier, we could have been married sooner. Or, if not, we could have at least been together for longer. I felt like I'd known him no time at all but, at the same time, I felt like I'd known him my whole life. I could no longer imagine being anything but Maxon's queen. I couldn't imagine being a Five or a Six even.
"I love you." I whispered back, staring into his eyes.
Maxon moved his arm around my bare back and pulled me closer to him, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and I could feel every breath on my skin. He kissed me lightly on the lips and then ran his other fingers through my hair. I could tell that he had good intentions, but I ruined it when I laughed at his fingers getting stuck in my bedhead. He let out an exasperated sigh and rolled away, onto his back.
"I try to be romantic…" He grumbled. I reached out an arm and patted his stomach.
"Come on, I'll make you breakfast." I smiled.
"I'd forgotten you could cook." He laughed. "We've been together for seven months, why have I never had your cooking?"
"We live in the palace." I shrugged. "There are teams of people that spend most of the day cooking for us." He still looked slightly sad. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. I'll make all of the meals for the rest of our stay, if, you'll help me."
His face lit up and he leaned over me, pinning me to the bed. He left a trail of kisses across my face, neck, every inch of exposed skin that he could find. I giggled as he found my ticklish spots and ran my fingers through his hair. Maxon kissed my stomach and, as he did, it made the loudest noise ever. I prayed he hadn't noticed but, by the fact that he was laughing wildly, I guessed he had.
"Well, time for breakfast." I said, carefully removing Maxon's head from my stomach and gracefully getting up. I slipped my robe on and put my feet in my slippers before walking to the bedroom door. "You coming?" I asked, my hand on the doorknob. He nodded and put his own robe and slippers on before joining me at the door.
Maxon took my hand and led me out down the short corridor to the stairs overlooking the front door. The house was miniscule in comparison to the palace, in terms of both size and grandeur. However, it was wonderfully compact, and yet still double the size of my house in Carolina, and light flooded in through the large windows of the house. Though I would have preferred complete privacy, we still had to have a few guards, three stationed outside the house and a couple in the corridor outside the bedroom. Of course, we also had to have a few guards for changing, so all in all we had around fifteen guards. Though I was adamant that we would take no maids or kitchen staff, that way we can be as much of a normal couple as possible.
I walked into the massive kitchen, pristine, black range cooker on one wall, and a tall silver fridge on the other. Counters with wooden doors and grey marble tops covered the walls that were painted white and the floor was light coloured laminate. I dove into the fridge and brought out a box of eggs and a packet of bacon rashers and moved over to the oven.
"How does bacon and egg sound?" I asked as I opened the packet. "Pass me that frying pan, please?"
"Um, this one?" He asked, holding up a pot.
"No." I laughed and walked over to the rack on the wall. I selected the large frying pan. "This one!"
"Okay…now what do we do?" He asked, slowly joining me at the hob.
"Now, we put the oil in." I poured in some oil. "Turn the knob and then slide this until it clicks and we get a flame." The blue flame soon appeared on in the ring. "Then just add the bacon first." Maxon placed four pieces of bacon in the pan and flinched back as it began sizzling in the oil. "Now we just keep turning it until it's cooked." I picked up the tongs and began to turn the bacon. Maxon moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my neck. "Ok, now it's your turn." I told him, turning round and passing him the tongs.
He didn't move and just seemed to work round me, turning over the bacon every now and again. After about five minutes, I reached over and cracked two eggs into the pan as well, watching as they quickly turned from transparent liquid to pure white. I flipped them over a few times before reaching for the two plates that had been handily left out for us. I served out the food and then walked over to the little table in the conservatory and put the plates down.
"You are looking extremely radiant this morning, my dear." Maxon said, smiling mischievously.
"Don't you start mister."
"Fine, you are beautiful, my darling."
"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself, your royal husbandness." I looked down at my breakfast, and suddenly, I wasn't that hungry any more. In fact, the smell of it was making me feel sick. Too sick.
MAXON'S POV
I had been worrying about America, she seemed different. The first week of our honeymoon had been pure bliss. We were both happy, spending time with just each other, not being King and Queen, just Maxon and America, like she always wanted. I have hundreds of pictures on my cameras of white, sandy beaches, lush green forests, and the smiling face of my new wife. Then everything changed, she got ill. She rarely seemed to keep a meal down and she seemed much more tired. She always said she was fine when I asked.
On the last day of our trip we returned to the sandy beaches near our little house. The sun was shining brightly and bouncing off the blue sea. America's red hair was shining all different shades of red and orange as we walked hand-in-hand along the sand. She sighed, about half way down the beach.
"What's wrong, darling." I asked.
"It's just the last bit of peace we're ever going to have. After today, we'll be king and queen again, no more just Max and Mer. No more care free days, we'll have a country to run, rebels to stop, people to look after. I mean just look at next week: we've got that rebel still to finish dealing with, the coronation, and countless meetings. I mean, when are we going to be able to be a couple, in among all of that?" She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, seriously worried, wondering.
"I will not let a day go past that I don't see you, America. You are my wife and everyone else will just have to deal with the fact that we will spend time together as a couple, and a heck of a lot of it if I have my way." She nudged me playfully, however I tripped slightly and ended up sat down in the water.
"Oh god! Are you ok, I'm so sorry." She said through small bursts of slightly controlled giggles. I put out my hand and when she came to help me up I pulled her into the water beside me. "Hey, I was trying to help!" She complained and splashed me with water. Naturally, I splashed her back and she squealed.
"That's what you get for splashing your king!" I laughed. This carried on for a few moments before I couldn't take it anymore and I leaned over and kissed her, holding her back so that she wouldn't fall. I felt her arms behind my neck within milliseconds as she pulled me down towards her. I moved slightly but was still very conscious of the water and, so, tried to pull her up a bit as well.
"Um, your Majesties?" We broke apart at the sound of the voice of a guard. I shot him an agitated glace as a way of asking him what he wanted. "It's just the car's here to take you to the plane." I stood and helped America stand as well. We followed the man back towards the house, both pretending to look as regal as possible and stifling laughter as we went. There was no denying that balancing marriage, family, and a country, was going to be hard. But, I knew that we'd be fine. I mean, we'd gone through so much just to get here! And as we walked back, my wife placed her head on my shoulder and I realised that there was nothing that this world could throw at us that could ever split us up.
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