This is my very first The Selection fanfic so I'm just going to apologize in advance in case anyone is OOC. Anyways, here are some things you ought to know about this fic. The first part for every chapter takes place during The Heir when Eadlyn is looking at the photos on Maxon's wall. The second part for every chapter will literally take place from any point in America and Maxon's engagement, up to where Eadlyn is while she's looking at the photos - basically the story of each photo.

Funny thing, this wasn't even the first chapter I wrote for this story.

Photo #1: Seven Minutes

Eadlyn knows she shouldn't be in her father's room, but after the sudden news of her mother's heart attack, she couldn't bear to see anyone. She had to be a symbol of power and nobody could ever see her break down. As she wipes her hands with the back of her hand, she notices a collage of photos on her father's bedroom wall. As Eadlyn gets a closer look, she sees one thing all the photos have in common.

Her mother. A perfect shrine to her mother represented by many photos on the wall.

The first picture Eadlyn sees is her mother holding her and Ahren on the day they were born. Even when covered in sweat and all her baby hairs sticking out at the side of her head, her mother was still the most beautiful woman she has ever seen.

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"We did it, love," Maxon says, kissing the side of America's head.

"We?" America repeats, heavily panting for air. "I carried those two babies for nine months, threw up everything I craved, and pushed both of them out. All you did was get me pregnant and stand there while I screamed through contractions."

Speechless, Maxon blinks a few times. In response, he takes America's hand and kisses the side of her head once again.

"I am proud of you, love," Maxon tells her. "Most women have to go through a caesarean when delivering twins or just for the second one, but you were able to deliver both of them perfectly, and with only a seven minute difference."

America beams with pride. Maxon rubs her shoulders.

"I pushed fast to get it over with," America says with a little grin. "That was so painful."

Maxon smiles proudly. A doctor walks in with his nurse, each of them carrying a baby. One baby wrapped in pink and the other in blue.

"Both of them are in perfect health," the doctor says. "Ten fingers and ten toes each. Would you like to hold them?"

America nods with tears of joy forming in her eyes. She stretches her arms outwards and wiggles her fingers excitedly at the sight of her twins. The doctor gently hands her the one swaddled in pink and the nurse does the same with the one swaddled in blue. America gasps as her tears fall out. In her arms are two precious lives her and Maxon created.

"Hi, babies," America says softly to the both of them. "Welcome to the world."

The doctor and nurse give Maxon a small bow as they scurry out. Maxon closes the door behind them as he watches his beautiful wife hold their beautiful twins. He takes a second to hold his camera to his eye and focus it on the genuine sight. America, glistened in sweat and joy, still proved to be the most beautiful woman in his life. In her arms laid the two most sacred lives in the kingdom and to himself.

Maxon quietly snaps the photo to save the moment. Everything about that snapshot was perfect.

"Come meet your Daddy," America whispers to the sleeping twins.

Maxon stands behind America's shoulder and leans closer to get the perfect view of his twins. He cries a few tears of joy as well as he holds onto her shoulders and they both look at their creations.

"Hello, my little Prince and Princess," Maxon whispers.

This photo was mentioned in the book. I am also open to writing your ideas because they are most likely better than whatever I came with.

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