A/N: Hello readers! So, I was rereading the selection series and decided I wanted to my take on this very common prompt. Please beware of the rating! Just because its not in this chapter, doesn't mean it won't be in the next few. Please review to help a writer out! Anyway I hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote!

It was a blissful day. I was beyond happy, and I was in love. How did I, a Five, get so lucky to end up with a One, the One? I was married to a king- the King- and I thought that he wasn't going to pick me, he told me that he wasn't going to pick me. But here I was, ring on my finger and boy wrapped around my finger. I was so lucky. I wish my dad could see it, see my joy. I knew he could from wherever he was, but I wanted him here.

I stood off to the side, by the food, eyeing it, but not allowing myself to eat any of it. I was enjoying the after party to my wedding and coronation, something Maxon and I agreed we wanted to have to celebrate on a smaller scale. It was, indeed, a smaller group, only close friends and family with no paparazzi. I watched my sister, May, mess with Marlee's blonde hair. I watched Mom and Kenna talk with Lucy and Aspen about something very passionately. Somehow, as I watched my friends and family mingle together, I couldn't find the one I was looking for. Where was my new husband currently residing?

Then, I felt his hands snake around my waist. I found him. He put his head into the crook of my neck, and lightly kissed. I melted into him.

"We could bail…" He whispered, "Head to our room… do what lovers do…"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He spun me around so I was facing him and pulled me close to him, "Who wouldn't, my dear?"

I cringed at the nickname, still not a fan, probably never will be, "I might have considered your suggestion, but you most definetly ruined your chance with the stupid nickname."

He laughed, pulling me closer to him. I bit my lower lip, his eyes watched mine. I fell in love all over again. He pulled his lips to mine, lightly. I savored the feather-like kisses because they were soon interrupted by Marlee.

"Love birds, get over here. It's time for some games. You can do that later…" She yelled over to us.

I pulled away from him. Our fingers laced together as we made our way to where our guests were sitting. Marlee instructed us to take off our shoes, trade one with the other, and sit back to back on the chairs that she pulled into the center of this makeshift circle.

"This is a little game of newly-wed trivia called The Shoe Game. Carter and I are going to take turns asking a question. You two are going to hold up a shoe for the person that applies to. So, if I were to say something like who had the biggest feet, you'd hold up the shoe that corresponds to that person. Understand? Oh, I almost forgot. If you match your choices, you two will get a point which we will mark down on this white board, but no peeking at the board!"

We both nod. This was going to be entertaining for everyone watching.

Marlee clears her throat, "Let's start off relatively easy… Who was first to be in love with the other?"

It was Maxon, for sure. I hold up his shoe and the group claps. I guess we are starting out of the gate strong.

"Who said 'I love you' first?"

I raise my shoe without hesitation. I took the leap when I got back from Carolina, when we were in my room opening the belated Christmas gifts. Somehow that night shifted into something more, and I said that I loved him. I am beyond happy that I did. The claps must mean that we got it right.

"Who has the worst temper?" Marlee definitely directed that at me. She knew me all too well.

I threw my shoe up again. This was too easy. The group laughed. It was the full truth. I was always more hot-headed than Maxon. It was almost comical how much fire I had, especially compared to him.

"Who was the happiest?"

I couldn't decide, I put both shoes up. I was so happy to be with Maxon, but I knew he felt the same way about me. We were just happy newlyweds and there was nothing wrong with that. I started to tune out the group, and just focus on what Marlee and Carter were asking.

"Who takes the longest to get ready?"

These questions seemed a little rigged. I put up my shoe dreadfully.

"Who is the best dressed?"

Another tricky question. I raised my shoe hesitantly, still debating who it was in my mind.

"Who has the best jokes?"

I put up his shoe. He always made me laugh. Always. It was the type of laughter to make someone's heart stop, too.

"Who is the clumsiest?"

I really didn't have a clue. Maxon always was put together and he never really fell. I guess that would be me then. I put up my shoe.

Marlee looked at me dead in the eyes and asked, "Who is more likely to start an argument?"

I put my shoe up. Oh my, these questions were so directed at me. It was almost embarrassing how much it was.

"Who is the first to apologize?"

Probably Maxon. I put up his shoe.

"Who is better at keeping a secret?" Marlee asked. She was going to hear from me when this was all over with...

Despite all of that, I put up his shoe. I had a bad streak with secrets, which we both knew. Starting with the diaries that I almost exposed to the whole country.

"Who is the better dancer?"

Maxon's shoe went up. Without a doubt, I was terrible and he was amazing.

"May we ask who the better kisser is?" Marlee's voice was lined with a devilish tone.

I put up his shoe. I don't think I'm that good, but he always took my breath away, even our pathetic first kiss that nobody would know about.

"Who is the most patient?"

Maxon won that one, as well.

"Which one of these two love birds has the better behind…?"

Her question made me blush. I looked down, but I confidently threw up his shoe. I hoped that he was holding mine up even if we didn't get the point.

"Which one of you stares at the other more?"

I blushed at Carter's question, too. I threw up Maxon's shoe, his eyes were always one me. Even when they shouldn't be.

"Who eats the most strawberry tarts?"

This is beyond rigged. It was me. I did. I ate all of them, all of the time. Maxon had to tell the chef to not put them out at our wedding so that way I didn't eat them whole night! I threw up my shoe. I heard Marlee chuckle at how quickly I put up the shoe, I glared at her from my seat.

"This one is a test for Maxon, who is always right?" Carter asked us.

I threw up my shoe. I was always right, no matter the scenario. He better put up my shoe or we might have a problem.

"Who stays up later?"

Maxon's shoe went up. He hardly ever slept.

"Alright, love birds. Final Question: Who loves who more?"

I raised both shoes. I felt like we had unconditional love for each other. I knew he felt the same.

"You guys can put your shoes back on and look at each other now." My eyes followed Marlee as she presented the scoreboard to Maxon and I, "Looking at the scoreboard, you two matched responses on 17 out of the 20 questions. You guys didn't agree on who was the best dressed, who has the better booty, and who was the best kisser."

I blushed and turned to face him. Of course we disagreed on the subjectional things. We wanted to flatter the other, so of course we disagreed on the better butt and the best kisser. I might be a tiny bit upset about the best dressed though, I personally think my dresses are better than the suits he wears. Mary, Anne, and Lucy must be livid about that.

I stood up, and he followed my actions. I grabbed his face and brought it down to mine. I kissed his lips, and he didn't bother to pull back.

"Alright! Enough! Your sister and brother are going to start crying with how nasty that is!" Marlee says, squeezing herself in between us. I laughed knowing full well that May wouldn't mind if I kissed the King that she had been fawning over since she saw him on The Report.

Maxon and I decided to stay a little bit longer, even though we wanted to bail out so bad. We danced together. He danced with May four times. She couldn't get over the fact that Maxon was technically her older brother. I couldn't blame her, I could barely believe that he was my husband and I was just married to the man. I danced with Kota. I didn't really want him here because of how he is, but he is family and Mom also slapped me when I mentioned not inviting him to both the after party and the wedding. I was surprised that he didn't make it about him tonight. He was quiet and not at all Kota like, but I was not complaining. Not even in the slightest. I made sure that everyone got a hug, including my maids who continued to touch up hair even after the main events.

At the end of the night, Maxon pulled me into him and clinked his knife to a champagne flute. "Thank you all for making America and I's wedding night absolutely spectacular. There are not enough words to describe the joy I feel and love I feel from both our guys but also from America. You guys are amazing. Please, feel free to stay for a little while longer and enjoy the rest of the festivities."

I add to what he says, "Yes, of course. Thank you all so much for coming to celebrate. If you are part of the Singer family, your rooms from earlier have been taken care of and you are free to stay at the palace for the night. And as Maxon said, please feel free to stay and enjoy the rest of the evening. Once again, thank you for coming and making this day so magical for us!"

I grab his hand and we turn to leave. Once the doors to the parlor we were using for the after party was closed, we bolted to his room. Our room. I couldn't wait for what we were going to do.