He doesn't love me, but he needs me

The Proposal...Again

"Kat, why would you do that?" Rich said his eyes full of tears.

"I'm pregnant, you asshole! I'm hungry as hell and you trying to propose to me?!? You think that I can just forget about your little escapade that you just had with Camilla? You think imma lust let that shit go?!? Really? I can't even look at yo' ass right now." I said, hopping out the car. One way or another, this bitch was gonna get her ass something to eat. I don't care if he mad.

"Baby--"

"Baby my ass! It wasn't even the fact that you did it, Rich! It was the fact that you actually did it!" I sobbed, sitting down on the sidewalk. My hunger can wait. This needs to be resolved.

"I went to go see Camilla because I wanted to ask her to be in our wedding. Be your maid of honor. She asked me how were things between us, and I just let it all out, ok? I let all the anger and all of my pain out! Yes, she was the most horrible person to talk to, but I needed to release my feelings, too!" Rich yelled to me.

"That's different!" I shot back.

"How is it different? Tell me!" Rich shot once again, jerking me up on my feet. As I looked in his face, I saw pure rage. And, I saw hurt and betrayal. What have I done? What have I done?

"Rich, you are right. You are so, so, so right, ok? We both aren't being honest each other and if we want this relationship to work, we have to be honest. Me first. Rich, I just want to say that I'm sorry for not telling you how I really feel about being pregnant.. It won't ever happen again." I said, my eyes welling up with tears.

"Kat, I'm sorry for letting your ex best friend try and come onto me your favorite restaurant and not stopping it. I want to do what's best not only for us, but for our baby. I want to be that happy American family that we would always laugh at on TV. But, I still want to be that family. The family with a two- story house, and a white picket fence, and a golden retriever. I want you to be a mother in the daytime, and my lover at night. I want us."

And with that he pulled out the ring, free of vomit and disinfected with Lysol wipes, and put it on my finger. We were happy. And no one was going to change that.