Confessions
He was still holding your face gently in his hands, his forehead against yours, your hands clasped over his forearms.
"I love you, Chris.", you replied.
"Marry me."
You pulled back surprised and chortled nervously, "What? Chris, we don't have to get married because I'm pregnant."
"I know.", he nodded. He kissed your lips again and stood. "Don't move." He left the room quickly.
You weren't sure what he was doing. You sat there going through possibilities when he entered the room again, one of his hands in a fist. He moved to you quickly and he put one knee down on the floor next to where you sat on the sofa. He took your hand in his free one, the fist behind his back and he was looking at you lovingly.
You took a deep, nervous breath, blinking quickly and thinking, 'Oh my God, is he...'
"I'm so happy that you're having my baby...", he pulled his hand from behind his back, pinching a solitare ring between his thumb and finger. You glanced at it, then back to him, your eyes welling up. His gaze was intense, "Please be my wife too, (Y/N)."
Your hand covered your mouth and you swallowed hard. You blinked and tears rolled from your eyes. You removed your hand from your mouth to swipe at them. His face was sympathetic, but he just waited, squeezing your hand reassuringly. Your voice uneven as you started to cry, "This is a lot in one day." You chuckled nervously.
He huffed out a laugh, "Yeah. It is, sweetheart. You don't have to answer right now, okay?" He palmed the ring and closed his hand, then swiped the knuckles of that hand down your cheek gently and smiled softly at you. His eyes were so filled with adoration, looking deep into yours.
God, he was so fucking patient with you. How did you get so lucky? All this time... All that you both had been through... He was steadfast and strong for you. He had always- always done what was best for you both... So you could be together... Even when you thought it might wreck you both and your friendship in the process. He did what he had to... What he had always told you he would do... He said it to you often, for almost two years now... First as your friend and now as your lover... I'll always take care of you.
And he always had.
You started to smile and whispered, "Yes."
His eyes lit up and he started to beam as you continued.
"I want to be your wife."
He stood and pulled you to up to stand and lifted you off your feet, hugging you tightly and kissed your cheek enthusiastically. He set you down, pulled back and took your face in his hands and kissed you hard. "Oh my God, I fucking love you!", he nearly shouted, making you laugh.
He kissed you again, "You've made me the happiest man alive, baby." He threw his hands up and actually shouted this time, "And I'm gonna be a Dad!"
You chuckled, smiling so big you thought your face might crack as he stuck his tongue out slightly between his lips, held a fist at about shoulder level and gave it a quick jerk in his all too familiar signature fist pump of triumph. Then he kissed you again. You had a feeling he was going to be kissing you a whole hell of a lot for a while.
"Oh.", he took your left hand and moved the promise ring to your right hand ring finger. He then place the engagement ring on your left hand. "Okay, this is just like a place marker ring. I didn't wanna propose without a ring, but I want us to pick out our wedding set together. I didn't spend very much at all on it and I can return it. You can keep it if you want to. I just want you to have exactly what you want, love." He kissed your knuckles.
You smiled and nodded as your stomach fluttered at his gesture, "Okay."
His eyebrows shot up, his face a little disgusted, "Jesus!"
You face was concerned, "What?"
"I'm being the worst father..." He crouched down in front of you, setting a knee on the floor to steady himself. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you smiled down at him. He held your hips, closed his eyes and nuzzled your lower belly with his nose, then kissed you there. He rested his forehead so lightly against you as he spoke quietly, "Hi, little baby. I'm your Daddy and I'm so glad you came to us. We're gonna love you so much. I can't wait to meet you." He kissed your stomach again and then spoke low and quick, you almost couldn't make out what he was saying... Almost, "And please be a boy."
You threw your head back and laughed, then spoke while still chuckling, "What's wrong with a girl?"
He stood smiling and wrapped you completely in his arms, "Are you kidding me?! I have a hard enough time taking care of you AND Miss Shirley. I told you, two ladies to take care of is too much for me."
"You've been through tons worse with me already. I think you could do it... hero."
He hummed and kissed your head, "But when she got old enough to start dating... I think I'd lose my mind worrying."
"Well, she would already have a perfect example of what a good man is in you, babe. Plus, we'd teach her to stand up for herself and that she's doesn't need to settle. She'd be fine."
He nodded against you slightly, "And she'd have the best woman in the world to look up to."
You pulled back and looked up at him smiling, "Thank you."
"I only speak the truth, sweetness.", he moved to sit and pulled your down onto his lap, resting his hand on your thighs and tickling your back with the other. "So, are you worried about showing when we get married? Do we need to do this soon?"
"Well, I'll probably start showing in another month or two... Actually,", you hitched your head to one side, "I'm not terribly worried one way or the other."
He nodded smirking, "You're gonna look so fucking sexy with a baby belly."
You chortled nervously, "I hope so."
His face got serious, "You will, sweetheart. Don't worry." He paused and squinted looking to the side, "How long have you known?"
"About a month."
His mouth fell open, then he turned his head to look at you, "Thaaaaat's why you haven't been drinking. I knew 'I just don't like it that much anymore' sounded a little weird for you."
You bobbed your head around, "Yeah, well... It DOES happen to some people. Some just stop drinking for no reason." Now you asked him, "How long have you been planning on proposing?"
"About two weeks.", he smirked. "I was just trying to find the right time. Nothing felt more right than when you told me..." He looked at your belly rubbing gentle circles over it with his fingertips, his voice almost a whisper, "God, I'm so fucking excited!"
The butterflies in your stomach felt like thousands as you smiled, "Me too, Daddy."
His eyes met yours and he hummed, "Hmm, my little Mama.", he leaned in and nuzzled your nose with his own. "Okay,", he grunted and scooted forward on the couch cushion, slid an arm under your knees, then stood while picking you up in his arms, "Time for celebratory sex." He headed for the bedroom as you chuckled and he finished his thought, "And we're gonna do it twice because we hit two milestones." He grinned and kissed your lips quickly.
"Oh myyyyy.", you laughed.