Molly | Herophine

Chapter 33: Fifty Shades Of Grey

As the days pass and as the film comes close to wrapping, I've noticed Jo's appetite grow by the day as well. Despite her worrying about gaining a few pounds during the last days of filming, she still finds herself munching more than what she would normally do. I guess that's what pregnancy does to her, although we still aren't one hundred percent sure that she is indeed pregnant.

The more I think about it though-Jo and I with our mini me-the more excited I am with starting our little family. I know Jo will be a great mum and I will do my best to be the best dad for our child.

"Do you see anything you like, sir?" The jeweller asks and from staring down at the glass cases full of rings, I look up at her with a sheepish smile.

"This one please," I point at one simple diamond ring.

She takes it out from the case and hands it to me as she explains the design, the cut, the size and finally the prize of the ring. Apparently, it's a traditional 1.5 carats princess cut diamond engagement ring. Price? Not even close to the price I'm willing to splurge for Jo but knowing that stubborn woman, I'll definitely have an earful if I spend too much on a single ring.

Even if that ring is for her.

"It's perfect. I'll have it in this size please," I hand her the ring together with one of Jo's rings which I snuck from her jewellery box this morning while she was in the shower.

"I'll have it ready at the counter, sir," she smiles politely and heads to the back of the store.

This is it.

I'm really going to propose to the future mum of my kids. My chest feels like it's about to explode with happiness and excitement. And anxiety. I'm fucking nervous about this. As much as I want to get down on one knee tonight, I really want to make it special though. So I'll wait until we get to Perth and ask her to bring me to her favorite spot where I'll pop the question to her. In three days, we'll be leaving for Australia the day right after the last day of filming.

Solid plan.

*****

By the time I get back to the hotel, Jo is already resting on the bed and watching some show on Netflix. I've made sure to drop by my room first and deposit the small velvet box in my drawer where I know Jo never bothers to check.

"Netflix and chill all by yourself, love?" I raise an eyebrow at her which she responds with an eye roll. Aside from her growing appetite, she's also been very moody lately. Too moody for my liking but what's a man to do, right?

"You didn't bring me nuggets," she pouts as I sit beside her after kicking off my trainers and taking off my shirt and joggers, throwing my hat on the couch while I'm at it.

"Jo, those aren't healthy. Now stop whining and give your man a kiss," I make a kissy face and grin into her lips as they touch mine.

"How'd it go today?" She asks and it takes me a couple of seconds to remember that I lied and told her I'll be going in to re-record my voice overs.

"Oh, great... it went really well, it was perfect even," I grin as I picture the ring I just brought this earlier.

"That's nice," she says distractedly as she turns to the TV. I do so myself and my eyes bug out of their sockets. For the first time since I came in through the door, I pay attention to what she's actually watching. A naked woman sprawled on a bed, her hands bound above her head by what I would assume was her shirt as a man runs ice across her nakedness, making it melt unto her skin.

"What the hell are you watching woman? Is this porn?" I ask in utter amazement as my eyes stay glued to the screen. No, this film is too classy to be porn. And I mildly recognise the actors; the guy I'm pretty sure is British.