I've been thinking about this for weeks now. I think I'm on the verge of driving myself crazy. I need to stop. I seriously need to stop this – now! But how do you stop thinking about… about... about… Oh, God! If I can't say it to myself how the hell am I going to ask her?

I turn on my side and watch her beautiful face while she sleeps. Her hair frames her face almost like a halo. I brush a loose strand behind her ear before leaning in to kiss her soft lips. She tastes like cherries. She always tastes like cherries, my sweet Betty.

I let her sleep while I go down to the kitchen to make breakfast. I pray that today she sleeps in. I want to make her breakfast in bed. I don't really get to do that, since my Betty is such a morning bird. In the two years we've share a home I think I made her breakfast in bed twice. She's always up before dawn, even on weekends.

I'm just really happy I wore her out last night so she can sleep in now. I smile to myself at the memory. She's just perfect for me – like the saying goes "a lady in the street, a freak in the bed", yeah, that's my Betty. She never holds back and is never afraid to tell me what she wants. I love that about her. Well one of the things I love about her.

Getting lost in my memories I suddenly come up with the best idea of how to ask her. Might not be ask romantic or as… well… hope she'll like it… and now I'm nervous again. How am I gonna be able to do this? Oh, crap!

Running a hand through my hair – a nervous habit I really need to get rid of – I open the fridge door and gather all I need to make breakfast. I work as fast as I can, still a bit scared Betty will wake up and ruin my little plan.

Half an hour later I'm done. Betty's still in our room. I allow myself a smile, knowing she'll be surprised. I take the tray upstairs, support it with one arm – who knew I might have missed career as a waiter? – while I open the door.

Betty's sleeping like a little frog, on her belly, all over our king size bed. I swear I could not love her more! She looks like a perfect angel.

I place the tray on my nightstand and sit next to my angel, caressing her bare back in slow circles. She stirs a little. I know she's awake, but pretending to still sleep so I won't stop caressing her. And I don't. I lean in and place a simple kiss right between her shoulder blades. Betty smiles. She can no longer pretend to be asleep.

- Morning. I whisper in her ear and kiss her neck gently.

- Morning. She purrs like a kitten under my touch. – What smells so good? She asks slowly turning on her side. As she turns my hand ends up resting on her ribs. I move my fingers lightly, knowing she's ticklish. She giggles and squirms.

- I made you breakfast in bed, baby. Her eyes widen.

- You made what? Her head moves to my nightstand seeing the tray. – Baby, that's so sweet! You shouldn't have… She coos. Nevertheless she scoots up on the pillows, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. I smirk a little. She's always so shy around me, even after more than three years of being together, two of which we've shared a home.

- I know, but I wanted to do something nice for you. I get up and place the tray on her lap. My heart is racing like a horse right now. I'm half afraid she'll hear it!

- Heart shaped pancakes? Betty asks me, lifting an eyebrow at me. – And a rose… Logan…

Now I know she's melting. I smile at her as she digs in.

- Mmm… This is really good. Betty tells me with her mouth half full.

- Glad you like it, baby. I tell her, but my voice quivers just the tiniest bit. She doesn't catch on and I allow a shaky breath out as she makes another cut. Her knife hits metal with a cling. My heart is racing again. I get up off the bed as I wait for her to search for the reason of the noise. Time slows down as if in movies. I can barely breathe.

Betty gently lifts the top pancake and her eyes rest on the little ring I placed there earlier. Her hand reaches for the little piece of jewelry and gently closes around it. She knows what it represents. I kneel by the bed, take her hand and kiss it open. I take the ring. Her mouth falls open a little.

- Betty, my love… I begin. My voice quivers. I have no idea what to say. My brain freezes over, but my heart takes control of my mouth. – I want to share the rest of my life with you. I won't promise you the perfect life, nor will I promise that we'll never fight, but I will promise that I will love you with all of my heart, every second of my life. I can promise you that I will cherish you and do my best for us to last a life time, because I love you more than words can express. Will you be my wife?

Betty was speechless, looking at me with wide eyes, full of love.

- Oh, Logan… Her voice is full of love, but my heart is still full of insecurity. She can still say "no", I mean, it's not the best proposal in history and she definitely deserves much better.

I take her hand. My own hands are shaking. So much so I can barely get the ring on her finger. She still hasn't said "yes" but she's not pulling her hand away. That's a good sign, right? Right? I'm panicking right now. I need to hear that word leave her lips.

- Yes… Betty whispers when my ring is finally on her finger. It's so quiet I barely heard it, but finally said it. She accepted my proposal. She accepted ME. My heart does back-flip after back-flip. I jump to my feet and hug her to me.

The tray falls and Betty's whole breakfast spills over the bed. I couldn't care less. I kiss her lips with all the passion inside of me and she replies with her whole being. My heart was bursting with so much happiness.

- I love you so much, Logan! I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else but you. Betty whispers in my ear as we pull apart and she rests her head on my shoulder. I didn't think I could ever be happier. Except..

- Logan… There's something you need to know. Betty whispers in my ear. I try to push her back away a bit to look her in the eyes. She grabs on to my waist, pulling me closer. I hug her right back. I can feel her heart beating hard against my chest. She's nervous. My brain goes into overdrive for the 3 whole seconds she keeps quiet.

- Logan, baby, emm…

- What is it, sweetness? I try to calm her down but my own feelings are getting out of control already.

- I… I'm prnnggnth. She mumbles in my shoulder.

- What?

- I'm pregnant…

- What? My world starts spinning out of control. A baby – we're having a baby? I push Betty a little and she allows me to. I lift her chin up to look her in the eyes. She looks at me with a bit of fear.

- I'm p-p…

- No… I heard you… My smile is threatening to break my face in half. - I mean…How far along are you?

- Three weeks… Just found out last week… Didn't know how to tell you…

- Oh, baby! I shush her and place my hand on her belly. – Hawaii baby, huh? I beam up at her.

- Yes. Betty smiles and my heart melts.

- That means that we'd better make sure we're married before you show, huh? I tell her hugging her close again.

- You're not mad? Betty's voice is quivering.

- Mad? Baby! I'm the happiest man alive! I love you! I can't believe you're making us a family!

- Logan… I… I don't know what to say…

- Say "yes". Say "yes" and let's get married by the sea… In Hawaii… Where we made our baby.

Betty pushes me away gently. I let her go. She looks me in the eyes. I can see the happiness there.

- Yes, Logan. A thousand times YES!