Brenda stretched out, feeling deliciously achy. She and Dylan had again skipped the meal he had prepared, instead coming back to the bedroom to celebrate his proposal and her acceptance. She looked over, making sure she hadn't disturbed him. He still seemed so beautiful to her. In sleep, Dylan was relaxed, the lines of worry erased from his face.

Getting up, she put on his shirt and walked into the kitchen. Starving, she fixed a plate of lasagna and put it in the microwave. Humming, she began working on a salad, not caring that the lettuce was wilted. As she reached for the dressing the light caused her engagement ring to sparkle. She gasped in delight, once again overcome with emotion. It was finally happening. She and Dylan were finally going to be together- but this time forever.

She worried over telling him about the baby. She should have mentioned it before saying yes to the proposal, she knew. But she'd been so caught up in the moment, in her amazement that after all of this time Dylan had finally asked her, that she'd honestly forgotten. "Sorry, baby," she whispered, patting her still flat stomach.

"Sorry about what?" Dylan asked, walking up behind her and putting his arms around her.

Brenda jumped, then leaned back into him. "You're going to have to stop sneaking up on me," she teased.

"Mmm," he said, kissing her neck. He eyed her salad. "Think you have enough for two? We still have some things we need to talk about. May as well do it over food."

Brenda nodded. "I'll add a little more. Get the lasagna out of the microwave and put yours in while I'm fixing it."

Dylan did as she'd said and they sat at the table. He watched her, smiling. He'd always loved looking at Brenda. She was so different from any other woman he'd known. Sure, she was beautiful; ivory skin, dark brown hair, red lips…but it was her eyes that moved him. When he looked into Brenda's eyes, he felt like he was looking into her soul. Her eyes truly were windows, not just mirrors like most everyone else's.

Brenda looked up to see Dylan watching her. "Dylan, it's rude to stare at someone when they're eating," she said, laughing.

Dylan shrugged slightly, never looking away from her eyes. "I can't help it Bren. Every time I look at you I see something I missed the last time."

"You have the rest of our lives to look at me."

Dylan's face remained serious. "I intend to use every minute I can to do just that."

His words reminded her that they'd not discussed work schedules or where they were going to live or his home in Wyoming. Brenda had no desire to live in Wyoming and give up her theater, but she would if she had to. "You were right earlier," she told him. "We do need to talk."

Dylan nodded. "We should get married as soon as we can." At her raised eyebrows, he finally smiled. "I don't want to give you the chance to change your mind. Maybe we should fly to Vegas, not tell anyone. Definitely not Brandon, we know he can't keep a secret."

Brenda rolled her eyes and threw a crouton at him. Laughing, he said, "Kidding, Bren, I'm kidding."

Brenda threw another crouton at him. "I can't believe I almost went through with that," she said, sighing. "What was I thinking? What were you thinking, letting me do it?"

"If you'd waited another five seconds to stop the wedding, I would have said something." He smiled, remembering. "I almost couldn't hear you speak over the pounding of my heart. And if I hadn't said something, Brandon would have. I'm sure of it."

"Where do you want to get married, Dylan? Seriously, now, jokes aside."

Dylan leaned forward and put his elbows on the table, looking at her. "Seriously, Bren?" At her nod, he said, "Baja."

Brenda smiled slowly, delighted. "That's what I was thinking, too."

"Think Jim will let us go?" Dylan asked, eyebrows raised in innocence.

"I don't think he'll have a problem with it this time…so long as we invite him along."

Dylan held his hand out on the table and she put hers in it. "Things sure have changed," he said, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"Some things are still the same," Brenda told him. "I've loved you with all of my heart from almost the moment we met." She slapped his hand. "Even though you said you preferred blondes!"

Dylan smiled and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing it. "I have always preferred you, Bren. No matter what you're being compared to, you'll win."

"Even Wyoming?" Brenda asked quietly, watching his face.

"The only problem I had in Wyoming was that you weren't there," he told her. At her expression, he continued, "And I know you don't want to live there. Your theater and family are here. So are our friends. We can't leave now. I'm going to keep the ranch and all the guys, though. They work hard and are making money. We'll just have to go up there from time to time." He looked at her, smiling. "I really think you'll like it up there, Bren. We can teach Addy how to ride and what the sky really looks like when it's dark."

Brenda sighed in relief. "Addy would love that," she told him. "And so would I."

"I have something else I've been meaning to tell you, and I don't know how it's taken me this long to do it. I also need to apologize to you because everyone else already knows about it." Brenda frowned, cocking her head. "Your brother and I bought the Peach Pit and After Dark."

Shocked, Brenda's mouth fell open. "Dylan, that's great!" she said finally. "Brandon has always wanted to own the Peach Pit. Now just about everyone has owned it."

Dylan laughed. "I know."

Brenda's smile slipped and she looked down. "There's something I have to tell you, too." Taking a deep breath, she looked at him. "It's something I've been worrying about for about a week now."

Dylan squeezed her hand, leaning toward her. "Brenda, no matter what it is, we'll get though it. I've been trying to tell you that."

Brenda grimaced. "This isn't really something to get through, Dylan." She didn't say anything for a moment, the words stuck in her throat.

"Brenda," Dylan said, brow furrowing. "You can tell me anything."

Nodding, Brenda took a deep breath. "Dylan, I'm pregnant."

Confused, Dylan stared at her. "What?"

"We're having a baby," she said, smiling weakly. "The day I got shot…" she shrugged.

"Are you telling me that you're pregnant with my baby? You, Brenda Walsh, are pregnant with my, Dylan McKay's, baby?"

Brenda's stomach tightened. "Yes," she said softly, nodding.

Dylan got out of his chair and kneeled in front of her. "You're sure, Bren? You're sure you're pregnant?"

"Yes," she said again.

Dylan put his head in her lap for a moment. Brenda, not sure what to do, ran her fingers through his hair. She didn't know if he was happy or upset. "Dylan?' she asked, concerned.

He raised his head to look at her, tears streaming down his face. He caught her face in both of his hands and kissed her, then wrapped them around her and hugged her tightly. "We're having a baby," he murmured against her hair. Smiling wider and brighter than she'd ever seen, Dylan pulled back to look at her. "Do you know why I'm so lucky?"

Brenda smiled, remembering when she'd said the exact same words to him. "Why?"

"How many people get to have their first child with someone they love?"

Laughing, Brenda kissed him. "I've never really taken an opinion poll," she told him. "But I'm sure lots of people do."

Dylan, serious now, shook his head. "No, Bren. Not this type of love. This is different." He laced his finger with hers. "You've saved me, Brenda. You give me courage and hope." He leaned in to kiss her lightly. "I am so in love with you," he whispered against her lips.

Brenda's heart leaped and she put her forehead to his. Dylan loved her and Addy, and he was going to love this baby. The dreams that had followed her for years were finally coming true.