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"Great chapter I love how you detailed information about the discussion. You have portrait America's character do well and Maxon compassion, for her, is so warm. Excellent writing I get very excited when I see an update thanks."

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"This chapter was really good! Nice job! I reallly like how you are letting Maxon and America decide on a baby name. I really like how not rushed this story is, but I feel like maybe at one time you could realese two chapters? Only if you have time though. Thanks for all you do!"

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Thank you very much for commenting! If it's what you prefer, I could release two chapters at a time. However, you would have to wait a little longer for me to finish both chapters before publishing. I might try it out sometime!

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY !"

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Thank you! It was my birthday when I published the fourth chapter.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! I'm so grateful for the privilege to write on FanFiction and have so many kind supporters. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"Do you want to come to my check up today?" I asked Maxon at breakfast. "We get to see a scan of the baby inside."

"Absolutely!" he agreed excitedly. "What time?"

"Half an hour after breakfast. It shouldn't take too long."

"I'm in." He leaned toward me and kissed my cheek. After we separated, I speared a strawberry with my fork. It looked red and juicy, but I felt queasy just thinking about eating it. I was getting used to the new food aversions that came with pregnancy.

Maxon and I walked to the hospital wing after breakfast. Celine answered the door, as usual, and we greeted her with a smile. "Dr. Ashlar is right inside," she assured us pleasantly. I dipped my head to her gratefully as Maxon and I stepped in.

"Good morning, Your Majesties," Dr. Ashlar said warmly when he saw us enter.

"Good morning, sir," Maxon replied. I squeezed my husband's hand, excited yet nervous to see what was going on inside.

"Queen America, please take a seat on the bed so I can perform the small check up." I nodded, sitting lightly on the edge of the bed. He asked me some basic questions on how the pregnancy was going, which I answered easily. "Please lay down now," Dr. Ashlar advised, setting up the Ultra-Sound.

My heart was beating as quickly as the fluttering of a hummingbird's wings. I gently set my head down on the pillow while Maxon looked on eagerly. Like before, Dr. Ashlar rubbed gel on my stomach and studied the image that came up. He leaned into the computer, as if it whatever he saw couldn't be true. My stomach was in knots with worry.

"Um...Dr. Ashlar?" I said weakly. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine, Your Majesty." Dr. Ashlar shook his head, chuckling. "This is big news! The two of you are expecting twins."

My eyebrows shot up to the ceiling. "Twins!?" I repeated in disbelief.

Maxon took my hand in his, wonder lighting up his handsome face. "Twins," he echoed, awestruck.

"Yes," Dr. Ashlar confirmed, smiling. "You can see the two separate bodies on the computer." The doctor turned the computer so we could see the screen, and he pointed out two heads, four legs, and four arms.

"Every part is so tiny and cute," I laughed, tears of elation streaming down my cheeks.

"You're amazing, Ames." Maxon clasped my hand tightly. "I still can't believe we're having twins."

"I know."

"I was questioning whether I'd be ready to be a father to one child, but now we have to parent two? How can we do it?" I started to see real worry seep into Maxon's soft features.

Now would be as good a time as any to talk about our parenting plan. "Dr. Ashlar, thank you so much for the check up. This is big news, and I think Maxon and I need to talk about it upstairs."

"Of course, Your Majesties. Congratulations! Please don't stay away for too long."

"I'll be back soon," I promised. Maxon gently helped me out of the hospital bed as if I was a delicate doll.

"I can walk," I pointed out, rejecting his extended arm as we left the room. He glanced backward at Dr. Ashlar, rolling his eyes.

I ignored Maxon's knowing smirk as I struggled to walk up the last flight of stairs. This now took way more energy than it used to.

"Need any assistance, my queen?" Maxon asked playfully. I was sure he already knew how I'd respond.

"Not at all," I replied briskly, though my heavy breathing kind of ruined the effect. We finally reached the king and queen's suites, and I collapsed on my bed in an exhausted heap.

Maxon calmly sat down next to me, making a show of appearing totally cool and collected.

"Shut up," I grumbled, swatting at his shoulder. "You're not the one who's pregnant."

"True," Maxon didn't argue, but laughter danced in his eyes.

"Now, what were you saying about not being sure about handling two kids?" I raised my eyebrows expectantly.

Maxon shifted his weight uncomfortably. "I don't know, I just have no idea how to be a father. My own father certainly didn't set the best example." Regret flashed in his eyes. "I'm not worried that I'll become him anymore," my husband clarified. "I'm worried that being myself won't be enough."

My brows furrowed, and I straightened. "Maxon, of course you'll be enough. You're so sweet; it'll come effortelssly to you. You're probably going to be so lenient, we're going to have to hire the strictest nanny in Illéa to make up for it," I said, giggling.

"No strict nannies allowed!" Maxon declared, laughing with me.

"We should set some ground rules, though. Obviously, they'll all apply later on when the kids are older. First, rules at the dinner table. No dessert until dinner is finished?" I proposed.

Maxon nodded in agreement. "Ask to be excused from the table, and always remember to say 'please' and 'thank you' to the staff."

"Start eating when everyone at the table has been served."

"Chew with your mouth closed."

"Okay. We'll discuss more as the kids grow, but we can do this. We just need to make sure that we're always on the same page about bed time and rules. That's so that the kids don't get different answers from either of us."

"Got it." Maxon broke into a smile.

"What?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You're such a natural," he chuckled. "I had no reason to doubt us."

"Well, I do have the experience of growing up in a big family."

Maxon grinned. "I seem to recall you telling me on our first date that you wanted a big family." A blush rose to my cheeks, tinging them with pink.

"I was trying to scare you off," I said haughtily.

"Sure," Maxon teased, reaching out to tickle me.

I pushed his hands away, giggling. "Stop," I whined, laughing uncontrollably.

"So, you have no interest left in more babies?" Maxon asked slyly, moving his thumb from my hips to my collar bone.

My breathing hitched. "We'll see," I murmured. "There's a possibility that I could make it work."

"Good," Maxon whispered, smiling. He brushed his finger down my nose, and I felt my heart rate slow as I relaxed. With his other hand, Maxon gently combed his fingers through my red locks, making sure not to catch them in tangles. I fell asleep in moments, a contented smile on my lips.