Break My Heart - A Selection Fanfiction

Chapter 9

The morning of the last chapter

America's P.O.V.

I woke up to Maxon's kisses.

"Maxon. We have to get ready." I giggled

"Can't we stay here today?" He groaned

"Maxon!" I scolded gently

He smiled and continued kissing me.

I giggled and he continued.

Then my stomach twisted and I flew out of bed and into the bathroom, closing the door.

I threw up.

"My dear, do you need help?" Maxon asked

"I *wretch* am not *wretch* your dear." I panted, finishing

I stood up and washed my face. I looked into the mirror and saw my belly. Maxon was right. It was huge.

I came out and saw Maxon smiling.

"What?" I asked

He took me by the waist and led me to the Princess Suite, which I never used.

Inside was a huge, no, humongous, pineapple cake.

"Ehhhhhhhhhh!" I squealed,grabbing a fork and shoving cake in my mouth

Maxon stared at me.

I blushed and grabbed a napkin. I wiped my mouth and stopped.

Maxon smiled and tackled the huge cake.

"Maxon!" I yelped as he did the same thing I did

I dived for my cake, shielding it.

"Hey!" He whined

"Mine." I said fiercely

"But if you are mine....." He smiled

I stepped aside and me and him tackled the pretty cake.

A knock came from the door.

Maxon looked at me, covered with cake. 

I smiled at him and wiped his mouth.

He kissed me and went to open the door.

"Your Majesty. They Royal Family of France are here." I heard Aspen say

I sucked in a breath. Daphne.

"Your Majesty!" Mary sang, bouncing into the room

"Hi Mary! It's America. Remember?" I smiled

"The Royal Family from France are coming." She smiled, revealing a turquoise dress that looked like it would hug my stomach.

"Mary." I said

"I heard Daphne is coming. Just so she doesn't get the wrong idea." Mary shrugged

"Thank you." I smiled

I heard Maxon close the door and come towards the Princess Suite.

"Noooo!" Mary squealed, running to close the door, dropping the dress.

"America? Are you ok?" Maxon asked, sounding worried

"I'm fine!" I laughed

Mary helped me into the dress and I walked out.

Maxon beamed. 

I was right. The dress did hug my stomach. But I liked it.

Maxon placed his hands on my stomach.