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Chapter 4

An engagement

Wanda woke up early the next morning and ran to the bathroom to have a lovely chat with the toilet. This had been getting worse over the past few weeks. At first, it started out she'd only be sick when she smelled food. But now, she just felt sick every morning and sometimes in the evenings as well. She couldn't understand it though, she thought it would only last a couple of weeks but she was still feeling like crap. She figured it wouldn't last much longer, though.

Standing up, she flushed the toilet and made her way back to her room. John was still asleep and she sighed as she lay back down beside him. She missed having him near her; she missed his smell, his touch, she just missed him. Smiling, she snuggled up to him and closed her eyes.

"Wanda?" He asked suddenly, taking her hand in his and startling her a little; she thought he was asleep.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He asked, opening his eyes so he could look at her.

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, that's the second time in two days you've thrown up." He said worriedly; she looked away. "You haven't become bulimic have you?" He asked in a serious tone.

"No." She said, taken aback. "No, it's…it's something else."

"What?" He asked, sitting up.

"I…uh…" Just then, her door flew open and an angry Pietro stood glaring at the two.

"I thought I told you to get out." He shouted at Pyro, coming over to the bed and pulling him off. "And stay away from her!"

"Pietro, get out!" Wanda shouted, standing up as well. Not smart. Another wave of nausea came over her and she had to dash out of the room again. John followed her, still worried.

However, Pietro seemed to have other plans. He stopped Pyro in the hall and forced him down the stairs and into the kitchen. After shoving him into a chair, he began pacing the room, sending occasional glares at the pyromaniac.

"What the hell's your problem, mate?" John asked angrily.

"Look, Wanda may forgive you for what you put her through, but I don't. You've made her life these past few months a living hell."

"Haven't ya heard? Toad's more responsible for that than I am. He's the one that took all the letters I wrote and kept them from her." Pietro's expression changed immediately.

"It's true." Wanda said, entering the kitchen and sitting down beside John. "He gave them to me yesterday."

"I can't believe him." Pietro said furiously. "But you know Wanda, if you would have let us know sooner then maybe he would've given them to you before now."

"Known what?" John asked, confused.

"Shut up Pietro!" Wanda shouted. "Can you give us a few minutes?" She then asked him, biting her lower lip.

"Yeah sure." He said before leaving them alone.

"Wanda, what was he goin' on about?" John asked, turning toward her and taking her hand in his; he was surprised to see tears in her eyes again.

"Do you really love me, John?" She asked quietly.

"Of course I do, I love you more than anything."

"Even fire?" She joked; he laughed. "Seriously though, I have something really important to tell you."

"I'm listenin'." He said, squeezing her hand.

"John, I'm pregnant." He just stared at her, unable to form a complete sentence in his mind. She bit her lip, fearing the worst; afraid he'd reject her and leave again. But he didn't. He pulled her into his arms and held her close.

"I love ya so much, Wanda." He whispered, pulling her into a passionate kiss. "And I love our baby." He added, smiling like an idiot; she smiled as well. He then placed his hand on her belly and frowned. She looked at him curiously.

"What is it?"

"It ain't kickin' or anythin'." He said while pouting; she rolled her eyes.

"You idiot, I'm only about three months along. You're going to have to wait a while longer."

"Oh." He said dejectedly; she rolled her eyes again. "Wanna go out to dinner tonight?"

"Sure."

"Morning." Lance yawned, coming into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "What's going on?" He asked, expecting Wanda to hit Pyro again. But then he noticed how close they were sitting and rolled his eyes.

"Not much, mate. Just talkin'." John said, standing up and heading over to the fridge as well. "Hungry luv?" He asked as he grabbed the milk and moved toward the cabinets to get the cereal and bowls; then he noticed Wanda's face and he sighed.

"I'm going to go…upstairs." She said before hurrying out of the kitchen.

"Is she okay?" Lance asked curiously as he watched her leave.

"Yeah yeah, she's fine." John said, brushing it off. He then sat down at the table, cereal in hand. Lance shrugged and joined him.

Later that evening

"Come on sheila! We're gonna be late." John shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm coming." She shouted back, coming into view a few seconds later. She made her way down the stairs where John was waiting somewhat impatiently for her. "What's the hurry anyway?"

"I made reservations." He stated simply, taking her hand and leading her toward the door. She didn't hesitate, just followed him willingly out of the house and to her vehicle. He opened her door for her before climbing into the driver's seat.

"So, where are we going?" She asked him as he pulled out onto the highway.

"Sorry luv, it's a surprise." He said mysteriously, grinning at her.

They continued to talk as John continued to drive. It had been about fifteen minutes before they pulled up in front of this really expensive looking restaurant. Wanda's eyes widened as she noticed that everyone seemed to be dressed up. She bit her lip as she turned to John.

"John, are you insane? I'm not dressed for a place like this; and neither are you, really. Besides, it must cost a fortune." Wanda said incredulously. She then saw the hurt look in his eyes and immediately regretted her words. "John, I'm sorry. I appreciate the gesture, but…" She trailed off, biting her lower lip.

"Wanda, luv, you shouldn't worry so much." He said, leaning over and kissing her cheek before getting out of the car and going to open her door for her before she could protest. "Trust me." He reached his hand in and she took it as she got out, still a bit skeptical.

They made their way into the building and Wanda noticed that everyone seemed to be staring at them as if they were scum; she felt extremely uncomfortable. She heard the waiter say, "right this way" and felt John tug at her hand. Standing closer to John, she followed them to the back of the room where there was a set of stairs.

Confused, she followed the two up the stairs until they came out on the roof. There was a table with two chairs waiting just for them. Wanda was beyond shocked. Of course, she wasn't really one for all this romantic crap, but this was just really sweet, as well as a classic; a candlelit dinner under the stars.

"Do you like it?" John asked in anticipation; Wanda turned to him and kissed him fiercely. "I'll take that as a yes, then." He grinned after they separated.

The waiter pulled out Wanda's seat and then waited for their orders as they looked over the menu. They both ended up ordering chicken fettuccini alfredo. The waiter came back after a few minutes with a bottle of wine, salad, and breadsticks.

"John, how could you afford this?" Wanda asked quietly after the waiter left them alone again.

"Well, luv, Remy owed me a favor and well…this place owed him a favor." He replied, still grinning as he poured them both some wine; Wanda ignored it and sipper her water.

"Why go through all this trouble though, I would've been perfectly content anywhere."

John stood up and walked over to her. He offered her his hand and she didn't hesitate to take it. He then led her toward the edge of the building where they had a better view of the city, and a certain bridge.

"See that, luv? That's the place where we first met. Remember?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her; she nodded.

"Yeah, you tried to kill me." She said mock-angrily; he laughed, but it was short-lived. He then turned Wanda around so that they were looking into each other's eyes.

"Wanda, I love you." He said, and she looked at him funny. But before she could say anything he got down on one knee, causing her heartbeat to increase and her eyes to widen.

John reached into his pocket and pulled out a black ring box. Wanda could feel tears starting to form in her eyes as she watched him open the box. The ring was beautiful. It had a silver band with a ruby embedded in the middle, and on either side of that was a diamond.

She couldn't hold back the tears any longer as he took her hand in his.

"Wanda, will you marry me?"

The End (?)

A/N: Only an idiot would believe that she said no…I mean, of course she said yes. Honestly. This whole story was basically just Jonda fluff anyway. Gosh.

Oh, and that was the object he just had to buy back in, what was it? Chapter 2? I think that's when I mentioned it. So yeah…

A sequel is possible…maybe…in the far future…doubtful though, but still…maybe.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Oh, and if you're reading "It all started with a game of dare…" I'm working on it! I swear! (Hides)