Part 6
Drew walked through the front lobby of the hotel. He had to get to Cherish. He walked passed the people waiting for the elevator and went to the stair-well. He ran up the three flights, taking two at a time. Hopefully she hadn't gone out. He pulled open the door to the third floor and walked quickly down the hall to the room, that, less than four hours ago, they were happily sharing. What the hell was going on anyway? Why hadn't he noticed that Cherish was acting strangely? How could he not have guessed that she was asking about their future because it was already starting?
He reached the door and stopped. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" He heard Cherish's voice on the other side of the door. He could tell she had been crying.
"Cher please let me in, we need to talk."
"Andrew?" She sounded surprised. He heard her footsteps as she approached the door, than he heard the lock click and the door swung open. "What are you doing here Drew?"
"Can we please talk Cher?"
She looked at him for a moment than nodded. She stepped aside and he made his way into the room. She had her bags packed and setting at the foot of the bed. Was she planning on leaving without telling him?
"What do you want to talk about Drew?" she closed the door behind him and leaned against it. She was wearing a suit, he was sure she had been getting ready to contact McMahon, maybe she thought he would send her home, so she packed a head of time?
"Why didn't you just tell me Cher?"
"Tell you what Andrew?"
"Come on Cher, I know about the baby, if you didn't want me to know, you should have told your brother I was unaware—"
"What's your point Andrew?"
"What do you mean what's my point Cher, you're pregnant—with my child, you didn't think I should know?"
"You said you didn't want kids Drew—"
"C'mon Cher don't do that—I had no idea. . . "
"That doesn't change the fact that you don't want kids. . ."
"I said I never thought of myself having kids—"
"And than you said that you guess that no, you don't want kids. . . "
"I've changed my mind Cher." She crossed her arms but didn't respond. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He shouldn't be arguing with her. It wasn't helping, if anything it would only make things worse. "Cherish, please don't do this, I don't want be without you. . ."
Cherish uncrossed her arms and stood up straight. "I don't want to be without you either Drew, but if this is what you want. . ."
"But it is Cherish, It is what I want, I just didn't know it."
She was staring at him, she looked dumbstruck. Had she thought he wouldn't come back to her? "You're sure Drew?"
"I've never been surer of anything Cherish." She smiled and walked over to him and wrapped both of her arms around him. He smiled, and held her there. She was crying, he ran his fingers through her hair and gently pulled her body away from his chest. "Cherish, I'm not done yet."
She wiped the tears away and looked at him confused, "What are you talking about Andrew?"
He gently pushed her back so she was sitting on the bed behind them. He slowly knelt in front of her and held her hand. "Cherish Copeland, I love you more than anything else this world has to offer, Will you please marry me?"