The Bad Boy's Little Pumpkin

Pumpkin Patch Proposal

We had exactly eight weeks until our little munchkin was going to be here, so Damien didn't want to waste a single second of any of it. Today's trip to the apple orchard checked off all my family's boxes.

Kenvin, Carter, and Apple could go off and get apples for Mom's pies. Kevin and Carter would never miss a chance to make some new content, so they were probably going to try and top last years' antics, which was taking out the ladders and trapping Apple and I in a tree.

Mom needed to get some updated pictures for her website, so she was obviously going to be the one doing my official maternity photos with Damien. We'd be on the other side of the orchard at the pumpkin patch.

Damien and I were dressed in flannel shirts. I wore boots and leggings because it was starting to get chilly out. The sun was nice and bright, and it was one of those breezy days where every time the wind kicked up, it knocked more leaves off the trees.
We did a bunch of cute poses, some with Damien holding my bump and some with us kissing. My personal favorite was when we stood next to each other, me holding my bump and Damien holding up a pumpkin in front of his stomach. It was adorable.

Right as we were finishing up, Kevin, Carter, and Apple drove over. Apple had two full bags in her arms and a few branches in her hair. She set the bags down and started plucking out leaves.

"What the hell happened to you?" I asked, giggling up a storm.

"Just check the internet in a week and you'll find out," she said.

"Are you guys done? It's cider donut time!" Kevin said.

"Yup. We just took our very last picture," Mom.

"To the gift shop! I'm craving the pumpkin pie ice cream super bad," I said.

"Guys in one car and girls in the other!" Apple said.

We each went to our cars and drove to the gift shop, where we sat on straw bales and each got our designated desserts. Pumpkin pie ice cream for me, warm cider donuts for Apple, and a black coffee for Mom. She was on a "grandma diet," apparently.

"Where the heck are the guys? They were right behind us!" I said, taking in my last spoonful of ice cream.

Just as I said that, Mom's phone rang. She picked it up.

"Where are you guys?" she asked. Silence. "What do you mean 'Carter dropped his phone again?' Seriously?" She let out a long groan and hung up. "Everybody back in the car. Carter's phone fell somewhere in the pumpkin patch and we need to go find it."

Apple and I both groaned and dragged ourselves to the car. We drove all the way back over the bumpy dirt roads to the pumpkin patch. Only, when we got there, we didn't see a frantic Carter looking for his phone. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets while Kevin had his camera rolling.

"What the hell is this? Some other stupid prank? You didn't do enough to poor Apple earlier?" I yelled as I got out of the car.

"No, Kinzie, pay attention," Kevin said.

"Pay attention to what?" I asked, my hands on my hips.

"Look the other way, stupid!" Apple yelled from the car.

I turned around and saw Damien standing in the middle of the pumpkin patch. When I walked over, I saw four pumpkins in front of him, with the words Will You Marry Me carved into them.

"Oh, what, you're in on this prank too?" I asked Damien. "I know you're a bad boy but I never thought you'd stoop this low."

"Pumpkin, this isn't a prank," he said.

My eyes widened as he got down onto one knee. What the hell does he think he's doing?

"Little Pumpkin, will you make me the happiest guy in the world and be my wife?" he asked, pulling out a black box.

He opened it to reveal a huge sparkly ring that was shaped like, guess what? No, I mean really guess. It was a pumpkin. Well, it was a jack-o-lantern with a black sparkle witch hat. Damn. He's always known I was such a slut for everything Halloween.

"Pumpkin Pye, marry me, baby," Damien said.

I heard the ohs and ahs of my mom and sister in the car, plus all the bystanders who were just trying to have a normal day at the orchard with their families.

"You dumbass!" I said.

Everyone got silent.

"What?" Damien asked, totally taken aback.

"Bro, you're seriously trying to get married when you're both only sixteen? I'm not getting married! I'm not even done with high school you moron!"

"But babe, I love you so much. I just thought you'd want to get married and create our perfect little family before the baby came."

"Is that even legal?" I asked.

"With consent from our parents because we're under eighteen. And both my parents and your parents are cool with it," he said. "Come on, baby, we both already know we want to be together forever. Let's just do it."

"No way! Or at least, not now," I said. "I want to have a proper, normal wedding. One where I'm not pregnant and I can wear any dress I want. Where I can have a big ceremony and a lavish reception. And I want to at least be able to get drunk with my friends."

"So, you're saying yes, but we just have to wait a bit?" he asked, his smile coming back.

"Twenty-one is five years from now. Are you okay with waiting that long?" I asked.

"Babe, I'll wait until the end of time for you. You've got a deal."

"Good. Then put that ring on my finger and let's kiss already!"

He put the ring on my ring finger, then dipped me back and kissed me in front of everybody. It became a crowd of clapping and cheering.

When our lips parted, Damien held me hand and said, "It's not for another five years, but my Little Pumpkin said yes!"