Knocked Up

You were rubbing cocoa butter onto Carrie's belly while David played on his new PS5. She was petting you as you soothed her. You were having to rub her feet and belly daily. The grind at work while carrying David's large baby was taxing. She was seven months along, but it felt like fourteen.

"So umm... David," Carrie said tentatively. David just grunted.

"I'm pretty close to having your baby ... so are we going to formalize this? Are we going to get married?" He put the controller down, and looked at her firmly.

"Sure. I'll consider marrying you. But I want you to take us to the nicest restaurant in town. You're going to propose two months from now. You're going to get on your knee, nine months along with my baby, in front of that everyone in that restaurant, and you're going to beg me. Beg me to marry me. And I'll consider it."