This is my first ever story! Please tell me if there is so etching you don't like, and beware that my writing was described as " boring" by my English teacher! oops! This is a one-shot!

I looked down at my gorgeous ring that Maxon had given to me ages ago. Five years almost to the day, to be exact. It felt like we had known each other forever.

I was in the King and Queen's suite as I had been feeling nauseated all day. I couldn't eat my breakfast, I couldn't eat lunch , I couldn't even look at the tea and toast Mary had sent up at 3o'clock this afternoon. I couldn't understand why. Unless I was pregnant, which knowing my luck, it wouldn't be that.

Maxon and I have been trying for a baby for two years now, since he was King, he was expected to produce heirs, sooner rather than later. He had been told by Stavros that people were beginning to wonder if we could conceive at all. I was starting to think that to. I had always thought, because I was one of five, we would try and nine months later. BAM! A baby.

With all the thinking I had been doing in the past five minutes, I needed to lie down. As soon as my head touched the pillow, Maxon strolled through my door. He scanned the room and when his eyes finally settled on me groaning into my pillow from all the noise he was making. Did he always walk that loudly?

"Whats wrong my love?" he whispered. He must of caught on that my head felt like there was a mini person knocking on my skull. "I'm just tired" I whispered back a him. Sort of hoping that he would leave so I could get 20 minuetes of sleep before dinner a 7.00. I risked a glance back at his face, to see his brow furrowed in confusion. Maxon didn't like it when he didn't know what was going on. It was kind of cute. As that thought passed over me, another wave of feeling like I was going to pass out hit me. I lifted the blankets of me and half walked, half jogged to the bathroom, as running at a normal pace would not do anything to calm my stomach. I heard Maxon following me. Again, did he always walk that loudly? I made it to the toilet, where I emptied the contents of yesterday's breakfast. I hadn't eaten since then.

"America, this seems more than just tiredness to me. Should I get the doctor?" What he said sounded like a question but the way he had said it did not. Less question, more organising troops to attack the entire world. Commanding but a little bit frightened that your idea would come back to bite you. I was to busy trying to not get any vomit on the floor to answer so five minutes later. Maxon was back with the doctor.

He ran some tests, told me to hold my arm that way and tilt my head this way and told me to get Maxon to run down to the infirmiry tomorrow to get the results as I would be spending the day in bed. I moaned at the idea of Spending the day in bed.

"But I can't stay in bed, tomorrows our anniversary!" I proclaimed, remembering the reason I didn't have any meetings tomorrow." Maxon just gave me that look he had gotten used to over the last five years, that said "Do as your told."

He would make a great dad.

I was waiting for Maxon to come back from the doctors, to get my results. He had been gone for a hour and a half and I was starting to worry. What if I had a deadly disease? What if there was no cure? I was starting to think the worst, when Maxon stepped in through the door looking as pale as a ghost.

I immediately sat up in bed, knowing what was coming, I was dying. I was going to die from a disease that no one had ever heard of and in five years time everyone's going to be like " Remember that red-headed queen, a few years back, what was her name?."

Atleast they would remember I was ginger.

Maxon, upon seeing my startled face, quickly rushed over to me. He pulled me into a tight hug and planted a few soft kisses on my forehead. He could always comfort me when I was worried or stressed or scared.

He would make a great dad.

Maxon gently pushed me away from him, and I immediately craved his warmth. After all, if I was going to die, could I not get a hug which lasted more than 10 seconds? Men. He pulled my head up so I was looking him straight in his kind of watery eyes. Was he crying? " America." he spoke slowly as if not wanting to chase off a squirrel in a forest. "Your the best." what?

" I love you sooooo much." Why was he telling me this? Was I going to die today?

He must of seen the shock horror on my face. "America, it's nothing bad! I promise." I instantly relaxed. So I wasn't going to die today, well that's comforting. " America?" he stretched out my name like he had some massive secret ever. "Yes, Maxon?" I stretched out his name to, getting bored of all this guessing. " America, your pregnant, we are going to have a baby!" he exclaimed standing up and pulling me up with him.

It took about 30 seconds for the news to kick in, and then I was shouting and hugging Maxon like there was no tomorrow.

Thankfully there is.

Thanks forreading my first ever fanfiction. Please review and tell me what you think!

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