America's POV

The feeling of sunlight against my skin woke me up the next morning. While I stretched my arms out, I noticed there was too much empty space next to me. I rolled onto my stomach, trying to see Maxon, but he was nowhere on the bed.

Just as I was about to go on my own search party, an alarm sounded throughout the house. For a moment I thought it was the rebel alarm, but we weren't at the palace, so it had to be something else.

I followed the sound and was led to a hilarious sight in the kitchen, Maxon cooking.

The beautiful marble counter tops were covered in a thick layer of flour and batter. Maxon stood close to the mixer covered in baking ingredients, something on the stove burning.

I could keep myself from laughing as I analysed the scene. Between my laughter, I choked out, "What are you doing?"

He grinned sheepishly as he said, " Pancakes and eggs for my lovely wife."

I walked cautiously over to him, avoiding stepping in the batter. Once I reached his side, I whispered into his ear, " You are cleaning up."

All of a sudden, he kissed me and wrapped his batter covered arms around my waist. I shrieked trying to get out of the embrace.

He finally let me go and said, " Fine, but first you have to do me a favour. " I nodded my head silently asking him to continue.

In a seductive voice, he said, " Let me choose the film for today." I laughed again, thinking what his definition of a decent film was.

I held out my pinkie finger like he had a couple of nights earlier, " promise "

Later that day, I made my way to the cinema room I didn't even know of. I wore a short red dress with thine spaghetti straps.

As a went into the room, I saw him sitting comfortably on a couch waiting for me to approach. I gracefully climbed in next to him, positioning myself so that I sat in his arms.

Before starting the film, he said," A action film your favourite. " Afterwards he kissed the top of my head teasingly, he knew his favourite was far from mine.

I glared at him before shrugging my shoulder. Assumed he pressed play.

The film was a bit boring for my taste, but either way, Maxon enjoyed it and I had a clean kitchen. I couldn't really complain, could I?

I yawned covering my mouth as the song sounded the end of the film, Maxon pressed his face playfully into my neck and asked," Are you ready for bed?"

I nodded slightly and soon enough I was in big strong arms running up the stairs. Furthermore, I should really make a rule stating the queen may not be cared unwilling.

I was gently placed on the bed, Maxon close by.

I feel asleep that night with tiny kisses tracing my arm.

Author's notes

Hope you enjoyed both parts of their honeymoon, even though it probably isn't very good.