A/N: Hello readers!

It has been quite a long time since I have published a chapter and I apologize. I had a very rough year and no motivation to write. I kept rereading this chapter and editing it, but I didn't feel like it was my best work. Finally, I have it done and I'm happy with where it is at.

I do, however, think this is going to be my last chapter for this story. I want to be able to start fresh and I have another project in the works behind the scenes.

With that, I want to give a huge thank you! Your support and dedication to this story has really encouraged me to write more and gave me more confidence to post what I have to write. I plan on writing more because of your encouragement. So, once again, thank you.

Finally, I present to you the final chapter of Happy Endings. Chapter 42. Thank you.

Maxon carried me to my room. We tried to stand by the fireplace in the parlor a few doors down to warm up, but May was too cold and starting to complain so Maxon and I walked her to the doors where a black car with tinted windows was already waiting for her to take her back home. May had just left and I was tired, cold, and soaking wet with the cool rain water still absorbed into my clothes and hair. So, long story short, I felt terrible. I was shivering the entire time Maxon was carrying me to my room. He kicked open the door to my room, causing Mary to scream profanities at us as we came in, "Holy shit! God damn it. My apologies for the language, Your Majesties, you just scared me. What is wrong with her, Your Majesty?"

"She is cold and has a little bit of a runny nose. I just wanted to drop her off to change into warm clothes, maybe take a warm bath with me before we head to bed."

She sighs. Her feet carry her over to us. She places a hand on my forehead, "She seems to have a little bit of a fever, too. I get her into a warm bath, which you are more than welcome to join her, too. I feel the need to remind you that if she doesn't feel well then there is no funny business between you and her. Hopefully the bath and relaxing with her husband helps. I'll check her temperature after she dries off from the bath and let you know."

"Very well. I'll let you get her into the tub. Just come get me and I'll come over to join her."

Maxon sets me on the bed and kisses me softly before leaving me in the capable hands of Mary. She starts by taking my temperature with a forehead thermometer. The time from when she placed it on my forehead to the beeping of the numbers seems like an eternity long. Time just doesn't move fast enough. She sighs when the numbers come back. "It's only 99.2 which is good but also not good considering that you haven't been sick since you arrived at the palace prior to being married and now you have added responsibilities after your marriage to King Maxon."

She gets me out of the wet clothes and into the bathroom where she already had made a warm bath for when I returned. She added extra bubbles, just to make my soul feel a little better since I was feeling lousy after what was supposed to be a wonderful night. She helped me into the peppermint scented water, allowing me to sit, relax, and just soak.

"I'll go get King Maxon in a minute, alright? I want you to have a moment for yourself. Hopefully the mint helps clear your nose up and alleviate some pressure you might feel in your chest. I think, Your Majesty, that your antics with the King may have caused you to get a cold or the flu. Fingers crossed it's not the latter. I'll see after your bath, Your Majesty. King Maxon will be in shortly."

I didn't even get a chance to thank her before she was out grabbing Maxon. I sighed and allowed my busy mind to wonder. It, of course, landed on this bath and Maxon. The bubbles covered my entire body. At the time, I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad about that. I decided that I was happy about it when Maxon came in. He entered in a buttoned dress shirt, his dress pants, and his black socks he had yet to remove. The reason I was happy was because Maxon has a hard time controlling himself when it comes to being turned on by me. Don't get me wrong, it is very flattering, but I think I'd prefer a mundane bath with no funny business right now. And knowing Maxon, seeing my boobs or my bare body would not help considering that those dress pants don't hide the bulge already forming. I blush at the thought. He doesn't even notice how I'm flushed. Maybe I am truly sick…

"Maxon, does my face look red?" I touched my cheeks feeling the heat rise to the surface under my fingers.

"A little… It could be because the water is too hot or your fever though. I wouldn't worry about it."

He didn't even notice. He slips his shirt off, letting it fall behind him on the floor. Next his pants. We both ignore the erection that keeps growing as he undresses.

"Here, let me move forward. You can sit behind me and then we can just sit in the water together." I told him.

He nods. I wonder if he is feeling disappointed that I don't want to do much of anything else. I move forward and to the other half of the tub. He steps in and sits down. He moves to adjust his legs. Then I feel two warm hands at my waist. He pulls me between his legs and I rest against his body. I feel every muscle in his body tense as I lean back and relax. Then they relax. Well, all except one but he can't help that.

He kisses my head. "I'm sorry you feel sick, Darling."

"It's okay." I tell him, kissing his hand that I moved from my stomach. "It was worth it to be with you and May."

"I'm glad. I only ever want you to be that happy…"

"I know, Maxon. You make me more than happy."

I lean back into him more. His arms fully incase me, and I love the way it feels.

There are times when I am with him where I don't see a way I could be more in love with him. Like there is no way he could do anything that would change my mind about him because I am so deeply in love with him. Like, I think he couldn't do a single thing to make me fall in love with him more, yet somehow he does. This is one of those moments. It's one where I realize that no matter what, I am with the man I love and I know that he loves me the same way; I know deep down he loves me endlessly.

"I love you, Maxon."

"I love you, America."

"Maxon?"

"Yes, Darling?"

"Why do you always say just 'I love you' and not 'I love you too' when I tell you that I love you?"

He sighs, "I say both, but I prefer just the good old 'I love you' when you tell me you love me because, to me, it means that regardless of how you feel I love you. I loved you when I first met you when you didn't want to be here. I love you that same way now that you are in my arms. To me, it is even without your love, I love you. If you left me today, heaven forbid, I would love you. If you never spoke to me after today, heaven forbid, I would love you."

"I love you, Maxon. God I love you so much."

"And I love you." He kisses my head.

"How are you feeling?" Maxon asked me as I walked into our room wearing his shirt and sweatpants.

"I still feel not great. I even contemplated not coming over here so I didn't get you sick."

He got up from the bed, where he was waiting for me. He grabbed my hands and said, "I would rather get sick with you than sleep without you tonight."

I smiled and looked down at my sock-covered feet. "Thank you, but seriously. I don't know if this is just a cold or what. I don't want to screw up the vacation we have to take either."

"We'll be fine. The trip isn't even for two days." He kisses my forehead, "I will be fine. I got Justin to bring me a vitamin C drink mix to take after I changed from our bath. Vitamin C helps with immune system support."

"Okay. Whatever you say." I tell him sweetly.

"What was your temperature before you came over?"

"It went down. It was 99.2 but now it's 98.9 so it's a little high but normal."

He kisses my lips, "That's good. I wouldn't want my queen to be sick. Especially since tonight, she is getting pampered by me."

I look into his eyes, creasing my brow in skepticism. "How so?"

"Well to start, I'm going to rub your back and feet which must hurt after walking in heels and maintaining such a rigid posture all day. Then, I'm going to let you rest all while I hold you in my arms. But every once in a while I'm going to plant kisses on your neck while holding you close to me."

"That sounds very restful and nice."

"That's the goal."

I smile, "What do you need from me first?"

"Just take off the shirt and lay on your stomach." He tells me.

So I do. I pull his shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor beside me. I crawl onto our bed and lay down on my stomach. My arms fall at my side and I smile thinking about how relaxing this is going to be. I can't see him, but I feel his body over me, straddling my ass so he can rub my back for me. I smell something sweet and warm. As I'm about to ask, Maxon answers, "It's a strawberry vanilla oil used for massages, my curious darling. It's really good at making it so I can work into the muscles for you without making your skin overly agitated. Now relax for me, darling."

I try so hard to relax, but his hands on me makes me tense up. He sighs, "Darling, you have to relax or it's going to hurt you more than help you."

"Sorry. I just never get this type of treatment, ever."

"I know. So just relax. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you."

This time, I do actually relax. I feel his hands against my back and it doesn't make me feel tense. I feel relaxed. He starts at the top of my neck, rubbing out the painful knots before shifting to my shoulder blades. He gets the knot on the left side first, and as he does I have to refrain from moaning. Unfortunately when he goes and rubs out the right knot, I do moan. He chuckles a little. I try to tell him to shut up, but it's muffled by the pillow my face is shoved into. He gets the middle of my back easily. My lower back aches throughout the day. He rubbed my lower back out so well that l don't think I'll have any pain for a little bit. Somehow he makes every muscle in my back relax so easily. His hands moved back up, making sure he got all the knots out of my back. When he's satisfied, he gets off of me. I feel his lips planting light kisses down my spine.

"Are your feet ticklish?"

"I'm not sure. No one has ever rubbed my feet."

"I'm going to touch your foot. If you kick me, I'm making you sleep over in the queen's suite." He threatens, half joking but also very serious.

I anticipate his touch on the sole of my foot. He touches me lightly, at my ankle. Then his fingers trail down to my foot. His finger barely touches my foot before I yank it away to refrain from kicking him the face.

He sighs. "That's not going to work. I guess I can't rub your feet then."

We chuckle together. I sit up and face him at the end of the bed, "Sorry. You can rub other parts of me though…"

He quirked an eyebrow up. "Oh? And in what ways would my queen like to get pampered?"

"Pamper me with your tongue and fingers…" I suggest to him with a quirk of my eyebrow before letting my body fall back.

Without any words I lift my hips and pull down the layers of clothing covering my body. I feel the weight of the mattress shift below me. He kisses my lips first, leaving me breathless with want, before kissing down my neck. His kisses are hungry, filled with desire and lust. It radiates off of both of us. He kisses my breast, pulling a nipple into his mouth and lightly sucking. I bite my lip trying to contain the moans of pleasure I feel as his tongue swirls around the bud. He stops and pulls his head up.

I look at him with confusion, "What?"

"If I wanted you to muffle your moans, I would make you suck my dick till I cum down your throat. Let me hear you moan for me… moan my name, Darling."

He puts his head back on my nipple and I moan out, not loudly, but enough. He seems satisfied, so he shifts down. I feel the sucking of his mouth on my skin, placing hickeys on my ribcage below my breast. I feel his warm tongue soothing the agitated skin. He moves his lips back to the center of my body and kisses down my stomach. He places delicate kisses on the hickeys he left on my stomach early today during our fun. Then he is at the mound between my legs. His breath on my dripping skin sends shivers down my spine. My reaction to his breathing caused him to laugh. I ignore him and he eventually moves on to placing soft kisses on the top of my pubic bone. I moan lightly.

"Don't tease me…" I plead.

He runs a finger up my dripping slit. "I'm not teasing, I'm making sure you are sensitive before I make you cum around my fingers. Be patient, Doll."

I wait and feel him place delicate kisses on the inside of my thighs. I sit and wait for a finger to slip in or for his tongue to start licking up my body, but nothing comes. That is until very suddenly I feel two fingers enter forcefully and his lips begin to suck on my clit all at once. I writhed beneath him, my hips bucking up, legs already shaking, and not being able to stay still. He holds my hips in place with his free hand. He places the perfect amount of pressure on my stomach. He curls his fingers so perfectly in time with the sucking and flicking of his tongue on my clit causing electric moans to pour out of me. I feel my body quiver more than before. He pulls his mouth away from me, keeping his fingers moving, "I know you're close. Cum for me, Darling."

And at his command everything in my body releases so amazingly. I feel every part of me tense and shake around him. My toes curl into the mattress below us and my hands grip into Maxon's hair, keeping him right where he is. I moan louder than I think I ever have. He doesn't stop, either. His tongue keeps swirling around my sensitive clit. My body spasms in pleasure as I ride out the high he provided me. He begins to slow, not wanting to over stimulate me too much. I look up when my breathing is closer to normal than racing like it was before.

"Your call. Do you want to keep going or do you want to stop and cuddle?" He checks in with me.

"Cuddle." I murmur out softer than I mean to.

He chuckles and shifts next to me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my head as I continue to calm my racing heart down.

"I love you, Darling."

"I love you, too, Maxon."

He rubs soothing circles into the skin on my hips. "You did so good, Baby. You took so much so early. I'm so proud of you, Baby."

My body erupts in chills from the praise he so easily gives me. I bite my lip trying to contain the light moan of revived pleasure that floods my body. It doesn't do much to hide it or stop it, but Maxon doesn't do anything except kiss my head. I realized through this moment and through the entire first few weeks of us being married that this was it. The good and the bad. The hard and the easy. The better and the worse, this was my life and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed Maxon and I enjoyed being with him. After struggling through a relationship with Aspen and almost loosing Maxon, I had finally found my happy ending. I can't wait for more moments in this life with my love, Maxon.