"I wanna help you!" Greta ran into the kitchen, where Stevie was busy making dinner, as the rest of Fleetwood Mac were coming over later to finally meet Chad, just before they left for the final leg of the tour.
"Hm... let's see." Stevie looked around for something that the girl could do. "Oh, I know!" She went over to the fridge and took out the whipped cream and different kinds of berries. "You can decorate the top of the pie."
"I can?" Greta asked with big eyes.
"Of course. You just press really hard on this, so the cream comes out and cover the whole top." She explained, showing it. "And then you add berries however you like."
"Okay, got it! Now give me!" The girl clapped her hands together excited, after Stevie had made one circle of whipped cream.
"Here you go, sweetie." She said and went back to cutting up vegetables.
A few minutes after extreme concentration, Greta looked up at Stevie and asked timidly. "Steeeevieeee?"
"What is it, honey?"
"Are... are you going to be my... my new Mommy?"
She almost cut off her finger, hearing that, as she put away the knife, not really sure what to say. "Well... you only can have one Mommy, baby."
"I don't remember her." Greta said sadly, as the berries started going into her mouth instead of on the pie. "So, that's why I asked you. I would like it if you were my Mommy."
"You would?" Stevie asked, smiling, as Greta nodded. "Well, I could try I think if that's what you want, sweetheart."
"I love you, Stevie!"
"I love you so much more, sweet girl." They shared a warm hug, before both returned to their previous tasks, as Chad also walked in.
"What are you two up to?"
"Stevie said she will be my new Mommy because I want her to be!"
"Oh, is that so?" He walked over to his daughter, ruffling her hair, as she nodded eagerly, looking up at him. Then he approached Stevie, standing behind her, putting his arms through hers as he hugged her. "How about being Daddy's new... wifey?"
"Excuse me?" This time the knife dropped itself as she turned around abruptly. "What did you just say?"
"Don't pretend you didn't hear me."
"Are you serious? Chad, we've known each other for... two months or so. How can you be asking me to... to marry you?"
"I love you and I believe you've said you love me too. We're not sixteen years old, Stevie, we don't need to date forever to know what we want. Of course I can't be sure, maybe you do, but I've realized it rather quickly."
"I don't know what to say."
"Say yes!" They turned to Greta and started laughing.
"Are you sure you're only four years old?" Stevie questioned, before facing Chad again. "I mean... is this for real?"
"As real as it gets." He confirmed, as his hands traveled, holding her by her hips, knowing Greta couldn't see it. "I want you to be my wife. And don't tell me it's too soon. I told you already how my granddad proposed after three days after meeting my grandma."
"That's one hell of a proposal!"
"I'm just making my point."
"I know..." She nodded, biting on her lower lip, then... "Okay, yes."
"You're serious?"
"As a heart attack."
They broke into huge smiles, as he embraced her, before pulling away to give her a kiss, then they parted completely, hearing. "Yuck!" From a certain four year old girl.
