Love, War, And Daria Morgendorffer
Chapter 6::
Trent Lane gazed over at the pregnant woman in front of him. A small smile enveloped upon his lips as he watched her eat her heart out at the pizza they had brought. Five months had past since the discovery of her pregnancy and it seems that their relationship had developed into a deeper level.
Everything was so plain and boring before it all. One day flowed into another without hesitation and Trent felt like he was going no where. With the baby on its way, it felt like the musician had something to live for. He found it when he and his band members took over the music shop and quickly built a stage.
Daria was pleased with Trent as he found a muse and a secure job. Opening night for the band was a success and it quickly brought in some extra money for the upcoming medical bills.
Daria sighed and pushed the plate away from her view. "I can't eat another bite," she muttered in distress. "I feel like I'm going to pass out."
"Well, you did eat quite a bit," Trent mused as he gazed around the leftover pizza crusts.
"Well, you try eating for two," Daria replied with a half smile.
Since her parents had accepted the pregnancy and her relationship with Trent, it seemed like everyone was seeing more of Daria's smiles.
"How's school been going lately?" Trent asked, breaking the silence.
"Fine," she replied with a lazy look. "I think my teachers are suspecting something. They are noticing my gaining of weight."
It was right. Five months had done a lot to her body. Jane had suggested borrowing Trent's t-shirts and pants to make it less noticeable at school and in public.
"Daria," Trent began as he sat up. "Can I ask you something?"
Daria gazed up to find Trent in a serious manner. Making a straight face, she sat up. "What?" she asked.
"What do you think about us getting married?" Trent asked.
"Are you proposing?" Daria asked as she raised an eyebrow.
"No, I'm just asking," came a response after a moment of silence.
"Well, if you decide to propose," Daria began. "I'll let you know."
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"So, how's it going, amiga?" Jane asked her friend as Daria entered her room.
"Fine, I guess," Daria replied as she felt a dozen new sores develop due from her pregnancy. The brown haired girl made her way to her friends bed as Jane began to take out her paints.
Jane gazed at Daria and made a face. "You seem quiet today. Something on you mind?" she observed as she turned her head slightly.
"Trent asked me about marriage," Daria explained, making Jane go wide eye in surprise. "Yeah, I know," she replied, noticing her reaction.
"What did you say?" Jane asked. "Did you say 'yes'?"
"I told him if he proposed that I would let him know my views on it," Daria replied in a deadpan manner. "I knew he wanted to be involved in the baby's life, but I didn't know that he wanted to get married."
"You idiot," Jane muttered in a low voice.
"What?" Daria asked in defense. "Why would I marry him so soon? We hardly have been together."
"He loves you," Jane replied. "You know that."
Just as Daria was going to say more, a familiar voice called out for her. The voice belonged to Helen, who had made herself quite at home at the Lane household. Since the approval, she had let Daria move in with Jane and Trent, but would often stop by unannounced almost everyday.
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Jane and Daria moved out of the room and into the livingroom where Jake and Helen were bringing in boxes of sorts into the house.
"What is all this?" Jane asked as she eyed the three boxes.
"Well, these are some old toys and blankets and other baby things that I wanted to give to Daria," Helen explained. "They used to be Daria's."
"Hey, what's with the boxes?" he asked in a lazy voice.
"Old baby things," Jane answered as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, we are currently cleaning out Wind's old room to turn it into a baby's room. So, for now let's just leave these boxes here."
"What if Wind comes back?" Helen asked Jane, unsurely. "Wouldn't he want his room back."
"Ah, well there is the best part," Jane began. "We just brought this house. Trent and I."
"How did you manage that?" Jake asked.
"Actually, Mom and Dad just gave it to us," Trent replied with a shrug. "They got a new house in Arkansas."
"Speaking of which," Helen began. "Did you tell your parents about Daria's pregnancy?"
"Yeah, but I don't think they believed me," Trent said in a calm voice. "Hey Daria," he began, turning to the quiet girl. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Daria nodded and followed Trent into the kitchen for some privacy. "Yes, Trent?"she asked.
"I've been thinking a lot about the last few months," Trent began in a hesitant voice as he turned to her. "I have something to say."
"What is it?" Daria asked.
"Will you marry me?" Trent asked in a low voice as he took her hands into his.
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Trent has proposed! Will Daria accept?
