Yes.

Angela continues to sob and you wait until she quiets down before you repeat the question.

"I... I don't know," she murmurs.

You hug her tightly. "I'll support whatever you decide. If you choose to keep the baby I'll be there for you."

"Really?" She smiles at you, wiping her tear-swollen eyes.

"If I have baby here then I can stay in country?" she asks.

"Not necessarily. The baby will be a natural-born citizen," you answer.

"Oh..." Angela sighs, casting her eyes down.

"But..." you begin before pausing as you work up the courage to form the next words in your mouth, "... if you marry me there's a good chance you can stay in the country. With me."

"Marry you?" she gasps.

You nod. In the past couple weeks you got to know her better and developed a fondness for her. You wished you met her under different and better circumstances.

"Yes!" she cheers. She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you.

You shake in excitement and anxiety. This is not how you pictured you would get engaged. You wonder how you will explain to your parents about your new pregnant fiancee that you never mentioned about before or how you met her.

Angela sees the confusion in your eyes and cups your jaw with her small hands. "Thank you, Craig, for taking care of me. You are a very good man," she whispers. "I love you for that."

"Love me?" you are shocked to hear those words.

"Yes," she smiles. "I was whore but you did not need to help me at all. You care for me."

You smile back at her and opened up to her, "Because you treated me nice. You made me feel like I was making love to a girlfriend. I didn't feel so empty around you..."

"Now you can make love to your fiancée," she grins, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.