May 15th, 2003

So, they were engaged. Jing-Mei was still floored that they had done it. She was so thrilled that it happened in such a romantic way. It was a story to tell their future kids. Greg and Jing-Mei decided to take the plunge. The other plunge that is. They were going to look into buying a house together. They both wanted a family. Greg wanted four kids, but Jing-Mei only wanted two so they settled on three. Nature would tell them how many they would get though.

"I want to get married in September." Greg said. Jing-Mei's eyes widened.

"This September??" She gasped, "That doesn't give me enough time." Greg laughed.

"September of next year." He said wrapping his arms around her.

"When in September?" Jing-Mei asked.

"You pick the date my fair Juliet." He grinned. She giggled.

"Okay. How about…September ninth?" She asked him. Greg nodded.

"September ninth, 2004. It gives me enough time to tell my parents about us." He said. Jing-Mei sat up and frowned at him.

"You haven't told them?" She asked. Pratt shook his head.

"No. They'll be happy though. My grandmother was so thrilled when I told her that I was living with someone." He laughed softly; "She's going to love you when she finally meets you."

"Well, when can I meet her?" Jing-Mei asked.

"We can go to her place on the fourth of July if you want." He said, "She usually has a huge barbecue in her back yard." Jing-Mei smiled softly.

"I'd love that, Sweetie." Jing-Mei said as she lay back down and snuggled close to Greg. She closed her eyes and started to imagine her wedding day. She would be wearing a white gown with a very long train. Her hair would be pulled up but with a couple of curls surrounding her face. The church would be so beautiful with white and peach roses. She wondered who she would have walked her down the aisle. Maybe she would ask John. He was her best friend after all.

"We have a while, Jing-Mei." Greg said. Jing-Mei opened her eyes.

"Huh?" She looked at him.

"I can see your gears in your head turning." He snickered. "We have over a year, but if you want to start looking at dresses or something go ahead. It might be fun for you." Jing-Mei giggled softly.

"I think you can read my mind." She said, "You always do that. Guess what I'm thinking right now." Greg looked at her and smiled softly.

"You want me to read some of Merchant of Venice for you." He said. Jing-Mei giggled and nodded.

"Exactly." She said. Greg reached over and pulled out the book. He wrapped his arms around his fiancée and started to read.

"Portia. I pray you, tary: pause a day or two before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company: therefore forbear awhile. There's something tells me, but it is not love, I would not lose you; and you know yourself, hate counsels not in such a quality. But lest you should not understand me well,-And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,-I would detain you here some month or two before you venture for me. I could teach you if you do, you'll make me wish a sin, that I had been forsorn. Bestrew your eyes they have o'erlook'd me and divided me, one half of me is yours, the other half yours, mine own I would say, but f mine then yours and so all yours." Greg read to Jing-Mei.

"I love Portia." Jing-Mei smiled softly. Greg chuckled as he looked at her.

"I know you do." He chuckled, "You remind me a lot of her. Would you tell me which box your photo is in?" Jing-Mei nodded.

"Oh yes." Jing-Mei smiled softly, "I would tell you before any other suitors came." Greg smiled. Yes, he was certainly lucky to have her in his life. He now knew they were destined to be together.

June 15th, 2003

Jing-Mei lay curled up in Greg's arms. He drew in a deep breath, trying to fill his lungs with air. That had best the best love making session they ever had. Jing-Mei kissed his chest tenderly.

"Man, Greg." She chuckled, "You almost knocked my brains out."

"Funny." He laughed pulling the blanket up around them. She smiled.

"I'm serious. I think I need to get a head CT." She said. Greg smiled as he ran his hand down her back. He loved this woman, "I suppose we should get going soon." He shook his head.

"Please no." He said, "I want to stay right here making love to you." Greg moaned loudly.

"Mom just wants to have us over for dinner and meet you properly." She said. He groaned again.

"I've heard stories about her, Jing-Mei. She doesn't like my kind." Greg said. Jing-Mei giggled softly.

"You know she's more accepting of you now." She said. Greg sighed.

"You owe me." He said sitting up. Jing-Mei smirked.

"I just had sex with you, that was my early payment."

* * *

Greg stood nervously at the door as Jing-Mei fixed her hair. God, he was so nervous. He wished he were still in bed with Jing-Mei making love to her. Mrs. Chen opened the door and smiled.

"Jing-Mei…Gregory…Come in." She smiled.

"Thank you, Mother." Jing-Mei squeezed Greg's hand gently and walked into the house. Greg looked around the house as he stepped in. He was in amazement. He had never seen such a posh house before. He was marrying into money. He had no idea.

"Come sit in the dinning room." Mrs. Chen led them in.

"You're rich." He whispered to Jing-Mei. She laughed softly.

"My daughter isn't rich, Dr. Pratt. I am." Mrs. Chen smirked and sat down at the end of the table. Greg nodded as he glanced at Jing-Mei.

"Yes ma'am. I understand." He said pulling out a chair for Jing-Mei.

"Thanks." She smiled. Greg sat next to her.

"So, Gregory, I hear you're buying my daughter a house." Mrs. Chen said. Greg nodded slowly.

"Yes, Jing-Mei and I are looking at a few but we haven't found any we like." He said. Mrs. Chen nodded and looked at her daughter.

"Are you looking for a big house or a small house?" She asked as the cook served up the soup. Jing-Mei looked into her mother's eyes. She smirked.

"We want a big house because you know, we're planning on having children." She smiled. Greg looked at her with wide eyes. Mrs. Chen would kill him.

"Really?" She asked looking at her daughter.

"Yeah. We want like five or six children. Maybe more. A whole house filled with them. That would be great." Jing-Mei smiled.

"Having children is a big responsibility." Mrs. Chen said directing her look at Greg.

"I know. I've helped a lot of people. I have seen children being raised. I have helped mentally challenged people. I know what it entails." Mrs. Chen nodded.

"Shall we eat?" She asked and started to spoon the soup into her mouth. Greg looked at Jing-Mei in disbelief.

"Sorry." Jing-Mei whispered. Greg nodded and started to eat. He hoped this evening would end quickly. Mrs. Chen was certainly a bitch. He'd give her a dozen grandkids and see how she would like that.

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