July 3rd, 2003
Denise kissed Kenny softly. This after all these years their relationship was on fire. He rubbed her back as he pulled his lips away.
"So, I have no meetings today." He said.
"Good because I have no photo shoots today." Denise replied. Kenny grinned brightly.
"Well, Marisa isn't napping so I know we can't get nasty." He said. Denise smacked him as she pushed away.
"Can you think about anything but having sex?" Denise asked. He shook his head.
"Not when I can have sex with the most gorgeous redhead I'm ever seen." He said.
"Oh you just love to flatter me." Denise winked and jumped up on wash that was going into spin cycle. "Take me right here, Mr. Fisher." Kenny smiled as he began to undo his shirt.
"Oh I will, Miss Flemeing." He said leaning in for a kiss.
"Mmmm....Yeah." Denise whispered wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled Kenny tight against her body. Kenny grunted as he felt the washer machine rumble against him. The phone began to ring. Denise whimpered and pulled away, "We'll continue this in a minute." She said grabbing the phone.
"We better." He chuckled looking out into the backyard at Marisa.
"Fleming and Fisher." Denise said.
"Denise, It's me." Preston was on the other end. he sounded dead. Denise smiled.
"hey, pres. What's up?" Denise straightened her shirt as if Preston could see her.
"I have someone I'd like you to meet." Preston said.
"Who?" Denise frowned. Then she heard a baby crying.
"Whitney Blaire Myers." Preston said. Denise's eyes widened as she jumped off the washer.
"She had the baby?? You're a dad?? You had the baby??|" Denise cried. Preston laughed.
"Yeah, she did. Amanda did so well. no drugs or anything." Preston said, "Oh Denise you need to see Whitney. She's absolutely gorgeous." Denise bounced where she stood.
"I'm coming to the hospital! I need to see her!!" She hung up and threw herself at Kenny, squealing. Kenny looked at her oddly. This was very out of character for her.
"I take it Amanda had the baby." he said.
"Yes, she did." Denise said, "Get Risa. We're going to visit."
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Denise knocked on the hospital room door. Preston opened it up and smiled.
"Hey, Denis...Kenny, come on in." Preston said. They all walked in and smiled at Amanda.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Denise asked. Amanda looked up from the pink bundle.
"Terrific." She said, "Come meet Whitney." Denise walked over to the bed and looked at the baby. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at Whitney she had bright blue eyes and curly brown hair.
"She is gorgeous. Look at her little baby feet and her little baby fingers. " Denise whispered. Amanda handed her over. Kenny looked at Denise and shook his head.
"Uh oh." Kenny said. Denise looked over at Kenny and Marisa.
"What?" She asked.
"You have that look in your face." Kenny said.
"Baby fever face." Preston smirked.
"No I don't." She laughed looking at the baby again, "Maybe..."
"She does." Preston nudged Kenny. He smirked softly as he watched Denise kiss Whitney. She definitely saw that spark in her eyes. He saw that same spark a year and a half ago when the doctors placed Marisa in her arms. Maybe another baby would be okay with Denise. They did handle Marisa very well.
July 17th, 2003
Kenny ran some gel through his hair. After seeing Denise hold Whitney, he had given his and Denise's relationship a lot of thought. They were serious and they had to start acting like it. They were going to have a very nice and romantic dinner out. They deserved it. He had convinced Denise to put a dress on. he was going to do this right. He looked pretty good.
"Are you almost ready, Denise?" He asked.
"Yeah, almost." She said from within the bathroom, "I look like an idiot." Kenny chuckled.
"Come out here now, young lady." he said. Denise groaned and stepped out of the bathroom. Kenny's breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a very clingy green dress. Her red curls bounced at her hips. She looked very uncomfortable.
"Can we go now?" Denise mumbled. Kenny smiled.
"You look gorgeous, Denise." he said.
"Can we go now." She said tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Sure." he took her hand and kissed it. "let's go."
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Denise sat at the table sipping her white wine. Kenny was up to something. Denise knew he was. They were at a very expensive French restaraunt and they were all dressed up.
"Do you like the wine?" Kenny asked. Denise asked.
"It's very worth the seventy bucks a bottle." She said. Kenny chuckled.
"I sure hope so." He said rubbing his chin nervously, "Do you remember the first time we hooked up?" Denise smiled.
"I was covered in brownies." She nodded, "And you were getting your shit ready." Kenny laughed.
"Yeah, I guess." He laughed.
"You and your goggles." She said. Kenny blushed.
"I've improved haven't I?" He asked her. Denise nodded.
"Yes you have." She said, "that's what money does to you."
"No, that's what being with the woman you love does to you." Kenny reached over and took her hand, "You've changed my life, Den. You've given me Marisa and that's one of the greatest joys I've ever experienced. I never thought I would be this happy until we got together. I never want to be apart." Denise blushed and looked away. He wasn't doing this, was he?
"Kenny..." She whispered.
"Look at me." Kenny said. Reluctantly, Denise turned her brown eyes to look at him, "I mean that I don't want to be away from you ever. Denise, I want to ask you something."
"O-Okay." Denise whispered. She glanced at a few couples that were watching them at the tables around them. This was so embarrassing but yet so amazing. It gave her a rush of adrenaline. Kenny pulled out a small black velvet box.
"I want you, Marisa, and I to be a real family now. I want you to have more of my children, Denise. I want to marry you." He said, "Denise, will you marry me?" She stared at the large rock in front of her. her breath caught in her throat.
"Oh Kenny." Denise whispered. She wouldn't cry. That wasn't her style. Kenny took the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger. It felt wonderful on it.
"Will you marry me?" Kenny asked. Denise took in a shuddery breath and nodded.
"Yes. I will marry you." She whispered. Kenny began grinning and got up.
"You will??" He asked.
"Yes." Denise asked, "I'll marry you." Kenny pulled her up and hugged her.
"Thank you, Den." He whispered kissing her neck.
"My pleasure." Denise whispered back. She looked at the ring as she hugged Kenny among all the applause. It looked so wonderful on her hand. She closed her eyes and smiled. She was going to marry little Kenny Fisher from Huntington High.
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