Yes, I had enough time to write another chapter this week. I had a snow day yesterday, so I was able to write this chapter. I'm hoping to post another chapter next week as well!

I know that this chapter is unrealistic. I have an idea where I went this to go, but I didn't time stuff out well, so this has to be unrealistic. The possibility of the thing that happens in the second half of this chapter is very very slim. I did my research and it should take more than 3 days, but I have to work with it in 3 days for the story to shake out well. I'm sorry for the unrealism in this chapter.

This whole chapter is in Bella's POV.

This chapter deals with sex.

Enjoy!

-CL

Maxon walks to my open legs and smiles. He's very gentle while he pushes his dick into me. I scream, and Maxon pulls out. "Bella?" Maxon says, rushing over to me. "Bella? Are you ok?"

I take a deep breath to somewhat calm myself. "I'm fine, Maxon. It just hurt a little bit. Go back to your position," I say. "I'm fine, Maxon. I promise. I was just taken aback that it hurt."

Maxon nods. "Alright, Bella. If it hurts too much tell me to stop." He kisses me and pulls me close to him.

I grab his dick and break off the kiss. "Maxon, now. Stop trying to torture me."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Maxon says pushing his dick into me again. I moan, but Maxon swallows the moan with his lips. We soon hit our highs and my feet start spasming. We find a rhythm that works. Maxon and I are both breathing heavily, so much so that I feel like I'm hyperventilating. "Fuck, Bella," Maxon says, but cuts off when he realizes he's at his orgasm.

We both ride it, but too soon Maxon pulls out of me. He's breathing heavily. "Maxon-"

"Bella-I need-a break-" he says between gasps.

I crawl over to him and place my head in the crook of his arm. "Maxon, I was going to suggest we take a break. But only until you have enough energy to do it again," I say with a smirk.

"Of course, Bella," he says. I realize how tired I am when I yawn. "Although, you seem exhausted as well." Maxon kisses my hair.

"Well, as soon as the adrenaline is back in my system I'll be fine." I pull Maxon's lips to mine and soon we are lost in ourselves again.

It's three days later, which is Valentine's Day. I'm in the bathroom, after Maxon and I woke up and had sex. I'm currently in my underwear, with Maxon in the bedroom. I realized I missed my period two days ago, and it has always followed the same schedule. I've never had a late period, let alone missing one altogether. "Fuck," I whisper, trying to open the box of pregnancy tests quietly. I don't want Maxon to know that there's a chance. I'm taking five pregnancy tests today to find out if there's a possibility I'm pregnant.

"Bella? Are you ok?" Maxon calls from the bedroom. I hear his footsteps coming toward the bathroom. Luckily I closed the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I shout through the door. "Just give me ten more minutes!" I finish opening the box, and I take out five tests. I read the instructions twice before I start. Once I finish with all five, I set them down on the counter and wait for them to get my results. I try to do something in the bathroom, but my anxiety is making me nervous, so I can't focus on anything. I'm wringing my hands, intensely watching the clock.

After five minutes I start walking toward the counter with the tests. I glance at the first one; it's positive. I gasp and tears come to my eyes. I very quickly glance at the four other tests that I took; they are all positive. I stagger back and sink to the ground, crying. I know that there's a possibility that these are false positives, but I have a feeling that I am pregnant.

I realize how much my life would change if I really were pregnant. America's pregnant, so there will be two royal pregnancies at the same time. And Maxon. How will this affect him? Is he going to be happy about the news? Or is he not looking forward to having children right now? And holy shit how will my parents react? They will either be happy or angry.

I realize I'm hyperventilating and having an anxiety attack. Get it under control, Bella. You need to tell Maxon the news. I take in deep breaths, and slowly my breathing becomes normal again. The attack fades, and I stand up. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. I'm all sweaty so I splash some cold water on my face. I'm just going to hope that Maxon doesn't notice my puffy eyes. Alright, Bella, let's go tell Maxon. I walk out the door and find Maxon on his phone in only his boxers. He glances up at me.

"Bella?" he asks questioningly.

Shit, he must notice I'm flustered. I notice that my hands are still shaking a little bit from the anxiety attack. "I'm fine, Maxon. Actually, I need to tell you something…"

Maxon stands up from the bed and walks toward me. "What is you need to tell me?"

I take a deep breath. "Maxon…there's a chance, and I mean a chance, that I'm…pregnant." I cringe at my announcement.

Maxon is stone-like, silent, and unmoving. He glances at my face. "Bella…are you sure?"

"Yes," I say, "but there's only a chance. I missed my period two days ago, and yes we just had sex the night before, but I've never missed my period before and it always comes around two or three days around my last one. I'm late," I finish too quickly.

Maxon's arms tighten around me. "Are you telling me there's a possibility that I'm going to be…a dad?"

I nod. "Yes, Maxon…there's a possibility we are going to be parents in nine months," I state hesitantly.

"Bella! This is amazing!" Maxon shouts, lifting me into his arms. He kisses me, carrying me to the bed.

I gently pull away so we can discuss this more. "Happy Valentine's day to you, too," I joke.

Maxon smiles. He then glances at my stomach. "Can I-?" He leaves the question unasked.

"Yes, Maxon," I say kissing his hands.

Maxon gently grabs my stomach. He looks up at me. "So you're telling me that there's a chance that our child is in here right now?"

I laugh. "Yes, Maxon. How many times do I have to tell you?" I ask jokingly.

"I'm just in shock," he responds. He brings his lips to my stomach and trails gentle kisses down it. "I can't believe it."

"Now, Maxon, there's a chance that this is a false positive. I'm planning to go see Dr. Ashlar in two weeks or so. And please, I don't want anybody else to know until it's confirmed positive by Dr. Ashlar. So please act normal around Marlee, Carter, America, and Aspen tonight. Please," I say, gently pulling his head up so he's looking at me.

His eyes soften. "Of course, Bella. We'll tell them when we get the real results from Dr. Ashlar. Would you mind if I went with you?"

I shake my head. "Not at all. I would love you to come with me," I say. "How about we go on February 28th?"

"I don't have my schedule right now, but I can make time for it. Now, shall we get our Valentine's get-together ready?"

"Of course," I say. "We only have six hours. Why don't we start with some…love before that," I say, gesturing to his boxers. "You start this time, though. And be gentle. There's a possibility that your child is in me-" I don't get to finish before Maxon cuts me off with a kiss. And then so much more.