Will You Marry Me?
"Will you do me the honor of marrying me?" I asked, my eyebrows raising nervously.
She looked at me with big blue eyes, and a gaping mouth. I swallowed hard.
"Well?" I asked nervously.
"I- I.." She stuttered, looking at me alarmed.
I started to get off of my knee when she gave me an answer, "Yes. Yes, ofcourse. I do! I will! I love you.." She jumped in my arms.
I hugged her tightly, a tear coming out of my eye.
"I love you too," I whispered with a shaking voice.
I woke up to a sleeping Sam in my arms, a ring on her finger and a smile on her face. I slid out from under her and snuck into the kitchen. I took out all of the supplies I needed and started on her breakfest. Eggs, toast, jam, milk, orange juice, and who can forget? Bacon.
About thirty minutes later, Sam walked into the kitchen.
"I made you breakfest," I said as I put all of the servings on two plates.
"It looks good," she fakely smiled and looked down at the food. I shook the fake smile off.
I pulled out a chair for her and she sat down, I sat down in front of her.
"Freddie.." She murmed.
"Yes?" I asked, concerned.
"Do you remember when I told you I needed to tell you something?" She asked hesitantly, shifting in her chair.
"Yes? What is it?" I raised my eyebrows, worried.
"I'm.. I'm.. pregnant."