"M-Mike...I need...to tell you something...kinda important..." I said shakily. We were in the hot tub skinny dipping. "What is it, doll?" He asked nonchalantly. "I'm...pregnant.." I whispered. He smiled widely and hugged me. The warm skin against my nude body felt like the night we made the baby. I was actually loved by someone. "I need to tell you something..." He said. "What is it soon to be father of our baby?""Abigail Christine Roa, can you be mine to have and to hold, thru sickness and health, for rich or for poor, until death do us part...what I'm trying to say is..." I teared up. "Will you marry me?" I hugged him even tighter. "yes..." I whispered thru tears. "May our child be spoiled." He said tearing up too. "And let us be damned if this isn't right." I choked. "Let's go inside and think of names. How about if it's a girl...Grace...and if it's a boy...Gabriel..." He asked. "Beautiful...brrr...it's getting cold outside..." I pulled away from the hug and hugged my chest. He got out of the hot tub and brought himself and I a towel. I wrapped myself in it as I stood up. He did the same and we walked in the house. I went into the kitchen, and saw a silver ring. It was a wedding band. "Mike...you know you didn't need a ring, right?" He just nodded and winked. It was beautiful. Than we sat on the couch with robes on and watched Tv until dawn.
