When we got back to Dublin almost two months later, Ronan made me an appointment with his doctor just to see how everything was coming along with the pregnancy. I think once he had gotten over the initial shock, he was more excited that I was.
To be honest I'd not really though about having kids before, and it scared me slightly. But I knew I'd be ok with all the support I had.
The doctor said everything was fine, and more or less confirmed the dates that the doctor in London had given to me. I was delighted by this, as it confirmed once and for all that the child was ours.
The doctor booked me in for a scan at the local private hospital and a few weeks later me and Ronan both had tears in our eyes as we saw the tiny image on the screen for the first time.
Ronan asked me to move in with him not longer after that, and I accepted. I was reluctant to put my house on the market though and instead I rented it out. I was at home one day writing when Ronan came back from the studio where he had been meeting with Gregg and toying with the idea of writing another solo album, he looked excited about something, and I couldn't help but grin as he entered the room.
"Hey you" I said as I turned in my chair to face him properly. I stood up slowly and gave him a hug. He kissed me softly then took my hand and led me out of the room as he said he had something for me. "For me?"
"Yes, now close your eyes" he said.
When I opened them he was knelt in front of me on one knee.
"I know we haven't been together long, but, Vic" he paused and I gasped as he pulled a small velvet box from his trouser pocket. I already had tears in my eyes by the time he opened it and asked "would you marry me?"
I gasped again as he removed the box and placed it gently on my finger.
"Yes" I said without a moments hesitation.
"Guess we'd better tell the others"
"Can I ring Kim first?" I asked in the manner of a small child over excited about Christmas. Ronan grinned at me, "Of course, just make sure she doesn't tell Duster. I want us to tell the lads all at the same time"
"Sure" I nodded. I went to leave the room to pick up my mobile from the study when Ro grabbed me 'round the waist and pulled me back towards him. "And then, I want to get here, so I can..."
He bent and whispered something in my ear. I turned around and stared at him as he raised an eyebrow and grinned at me.
"Ronan Keating you're disgusting!!" I laughed.
"I know, but you love it..." He said with a wink as I turned again to leave the room.
In the end I was back in that room a lot quicker than expected. Kim never answered her call, and I assumed she must have been flying, she'd taken quite a bit of time off to spend with Keith over the last few months and I knew that the airline had been bugging her to go back. I walked back in to the bedroom to find Ro on the bed with his shirt off half asleep.
"Well you're no use to me like that are you?" I said with a grin as I led down on the bed next to him, led my head on his chest and stroked his chest softly with the palm of my hand. "And how do you work that out" he said, moving me gently off him he rolled over on his side and pulled me into him.
"I thought you were asleep" I mumbled as he began to kiss me softly.
"I'd never fall asleep on you babe" he said as his kisses deepened.
"Good"
"Now what was that I promised to do to you...?"
He rolled on top of me carefully then sat up slightly, careful of my small bump the whole time.
He looked down at me and I shook my head as I took his hands in mine. "I don't remember" I said quietly. He smiled knowingly, "Then let me show you"
Not long after that, newly inspired I wrote the final couple of chapters for my book. Things moved along quickly as my publisher had already green lighted it, it was just that I hadn't provided- until now.
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