Love, War, And Daria Morgendorffer

Chapter 7::

Daria stared on in shock. All she could muster out was a gasp as she stared on at Trent with wide eyes. Marry? she thought. I never expected him to actually ask me that...

"Daria?" his calm voice rang out.

She blinked once then twice. "I'm sorry, Trent," she replied in a daze. "I thought... I thought you asked for me to marry you..."

Silence filled the room for a brief moment. "I did," he answered in a low voice.

She shook her head and rubbed her temples with her fingers. "Trent, I..."

Trent placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close to him. Daria closed her eyes as she felt his lips brush against hers. She was in a daze. She felt like she was stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by fog and the only person who could lead her out was Trent.

He pulled away and placed a hand on her cheek. "Daria, listen... I know that we haven't known each other that long to get married," he paused. "Or to have a child together," he added with a chuckle. "But, I never felt this way about any other woman. I feel like you can teach me everything that there is to be taught. You can complete me like no one else could. Daria, I love you..."

Daria gazed at him. Her eyes filled with tears. "Trent, that was beautiful," she whispered, softly. She grabbed his hand that was on her cheek and rubbed her face against it. Slowly, she kissed his palm and looked at him. "I love you, too. I always have..." She guided his hand and left the spot on her cheek. Trent watched as his hand went to her stomach. "We did this together... and I'm grateful that this is ours."

He smiled softly and rubbed his hand against her swollen stomach. "Ours, huh?" he repeated with a tender voice. "So, back to my question..."

Her finger went to his lips. She paused for a moment as if thinking of what to say. "Yes," she breathed out with a light smile. "I would love to be your wife if you can put up with me for the rest of your life..."

"I think I can manage," Trent replied with a smile as he hugged Daria before kissing her cheek.

"That was so sweet!" Helen mused in a quiet voice as she backed away from the kitchen door. "Who knew Trent could be a romantic?"

"Thatta boy!" Jake shouted in a joyful manner. "I've got myself a fine son in law!"

Jane smiled as she mentally cursed herself for inviting them into the home. These are going to be the in-laws! she mused. God help me!

"Well, I guess we should go in there and congratulate them," Helen suggested as she peeked into the kitchen. "Where are they?"

Jane coughed. "In a place where you don't want to be," she muttered as she walked over to Helen. "Let's give them some time to themselves, you know? They'll tell us when they are ready."

"Like, how they did with the baby?" Helen asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well, we've got more shopping to do."

Helen poked Jake with her elbow and gestured to the door. "Right," Jake shouted as he rubbed his sore arm. "Lots of shopping to do!"

Jane shook her head and watched the pair leave. She smiled to herself wondering what life would be like after the baby's birth and the wedding. Her attention moved from the door to the pictures on the coffee table. One was of Daria and Trent together smiling. Another was of her parents and the last of her and Jesse.

She walked over to the picture of her and Jesse. I hope that we will have what my brother and Daria have someday, she mentally told the man in the photograph. Love...

"Fine something interesting in that picture?" a deep and hollow voice asked from behind.

Two strong arms reached over and hooked onto Jane's body. Jane smiled and tilted her head so that it could lie on Jesse's head. "Not really," she replied as she placed the picture back on the table and turned all of her attention to the man behind her. "Just thinking of you."

Jesse smiled. "Cool," he muttered in a dazed manner. "Where is Trent?"

"Busy," she said as she turned around in his arms. "Like you are."

"Am I, now?" he asked with a mused look on his face. "Now, tell me what you were really thinking."

Jane couldn't figure out how he knew her so well. Jesse could even tell when she hid something from him and always found ways to get her to tell him everything. She smiled and kissed him softly.

"I was thinking that someday we could be like Trent and Daria," she admitted with a shrug.

"What? Pregnant?" Jesse asked with a confused look. "Well, I could arrange that."

Jane stopped him from leaning in for a kiss. "That's not what I mean," she replied. "I mean, engaged."

Jesse backed away from Jane. "They're engaged?"

"Trent just proposed, but act like you don't know," Jane replied. "Because, they haven't told us yet."

"Cool."

"Come on," she replied with a sly smile. "Let's go to my room for a while." He smiled at her as she took his hands into hers and lead him into her bedroom upstairs.

Meanwhile...

Trent broke the kiss with Daria and looked down at her. The two had moved into the basement and sat on the couch, celebrating their engagement. "So, when should we tell them?"

"Knowing Jane and my parents," she began. "They probably already know. But, let's worry about the baby before anything else."

"What should we call him?" Trent asked. "Trent junior?"

Daria thought for a moment or two. "Jacob Morgendorffer Lane?" she asked with a shrug. "If it's a girl... Victoria? I'm not sure..."

"We still have time," Trent smiled and rubbed his hand over her belly. "Plenty of time."

Daria smiled and turned around on the couch. Slowly, she let her head fall onto his shoulder and leaned fully against him. "You and me," she replied in a whisper.

"Me and you," he replied back with a half smile. He yawned and leaned back to relax on the couch.

The couple stayed this way for a long while. Talking to each other about their future. Mostly planning for it. And, it made Daria happy that she had him by her side through it all. She nuzzled against him, feeling his arms hold her tighter. Soon, she fell asleep, hoping and knowing that when she awoke, he would be there.

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