America
I couldn't help but hold my breath as Doctor Ashler handed Maxon the envelope. For months people had been showing up at the palace with infants claiming that they were Celeste, and finally, one of their stories had made sense to the guards. It had made enough sense that we had asked for a DNA test. 

Maxon stared at the envelope, unable to open it with his trembling hands. The door closed and Maxon and I were left alone, with only the weight of the envelope to keep us company.

It felt like hours passed before either of us did anything other than stare at the envelope.

"Maxon pass it here," I said quietly, I felt that if my voice was above a whisper it would shatter Maxon.

Wordlessly he passed it to me. His hands were trembling so much that I thought he would drop it, but he didn't.

I pried open the seal and pulled out the paper inside. My hands shook almost as much as Maxon's as I unfolded it to read what was printed there. 

"What does it say?" Maxon asked, his eyes now trained on my face instead of the letter. 

"It's not Celeste," I mumbled.

Maxon let out a breath and looked down at his hands, which were folded in his lap. "Well now we know," he said.

"Yeah."

********

Aspen and Shalom were the only boys who regularly spent time in the Women's Room without asking me.

"America he vomited on me!" May complained. Shalom had spit up on May's shoulder.

"May, you should consider it an honour to have one of the Princes spit up on you," Marlee teased, she was holding Aspen and making funny faces at him, which was causing him to giggle.

"It's still gross," May began moping up the vomit from her shoulder, as I took Shalom from her arms.

"Did you throw up on Aunt May?" I teased him, "I think you should say sorry."

Shalom simply gurgled in response, making all of us laugh.

"They're just the cutest," Lucy squealed, poking at Aspen and giggling.

A maid had entered and hurried over to me, whispering in my ear that Maxon was outside. I handed Shalom to Lucy.

"I'll be right back, could you look after them?" 

"Of course!" Marlee grinned, "it will be good practice!" Marlee herself was around two months pregnant. Whilst she and Carter had not yet announced the pregnancy, I was among the first to know.

I left the Women's Room to find Maxon waiting patiently outside.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, "I thought that you Aspen and Carter had gone hunting?"

"We finished early," said Maxon, "and I figured that we could go for a walk."

That would be nice. The last few months had been crazy, what with the castes finally having been cut down to upper and lower as we prepared to fully get rid of them in the next year and the birth of our children had meant that Maxon and I had hardly had any time to spend alone together.

"I'd like that."

Maxon offered me his hand, and we started walking towards the gardens together. For a moment everything was perfect.

********

"Oh Marlee she's beautiful," I cooed at the baby in my arms, "do you have a name?"

Marlee was sat in bed, with Carter perched at her side. Baby Woodwork had been born just a few hours ago, and I was meeting my goddaughter for the first time.

Marlee smiled, "we thought we'd name her after the person who saved our lives." 

"Who's that?" I asked as the baby grabbed my hair.

"You, stupid," Marlee rolled her eyes.

"You can't name her after me! You have no idea how hard of a name America is to spell for a little girl."

"We're not calling her America, that would be confusing," said Carter.

"We're calling her Amelia," Marlee finished.

I smiled, feeling somewhat choked up by this gesture.

"Hi Amelia," I rocked the baby, "you'd better give the boys a runaround." The boys were eight months old, Aspen having said his first word only a week ago, which I had been proud to say was 'Mamma', Shalom was still yet to speak, but Maxon had been loudly saying 'Dadda' every time that he was near the boys.

"Oh, she will,"  Marlee promised me.

I handed Amelia back to her parents, smiling as they cooed over their daughter.

"You and Maxon will be godparents right?" Marlee demanded. Marlee and Carter were Shalom's godparents and they had already spoilt him rotten.

"You think we'd pass up the opportunity to spoil her?" I laughed, "of course we'll be godparents."

"You don't want to check with Maxon?" asked Carter.

"Maxon doesn't get a choice in this," I grinned, "we'd love to be godparents."