REGRETS

This is chap 20! Attention! Big news! Thanks for the reviews!

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Scott & Shelby's Apartment, Several Weeks Later

I'm getting fat already. Scott keeps telling me I'm beautiful but I know he's lying. I actually look like a potato bag with my big arms and my big butt. I can also tell that I took lots of kilos into the tummy. It is strange, very strange...I hope we won't have triplets or more…Imagine three little Scott and a big one…It would mean four children at home. This morning I was looking at myself in the mirror and noticed that I had stretch marks on my breasts and it frightened me. I wonder why people say that pregnant women are more beautiful than when they are not…crazy people. Of course, Scott likes the 'new me'. Larger breasts that he can pet all he wants, and big butt that he can squeeze hard. I think he even gives me rich food on purpose, like in the sitcom 'Malcolm'. We were watching that on TV the other day and the episode was showing the father fattening his wife, who's pregnant, because he loves when she's fat. And I noticed that Scott was feeling ill at ease. I can't believe he does the same, I just can't!

"Hey sweetie, what have you planned on doing tonight?" He says plopping his head out of the kitchen.

"Nothing special. Why?"

"Good!" And then he's already disappeared. I think tonight's the night! I'm so excited, you wouldn't believe it! I planned on wearing that nice purple dress I had the night of my graduation of Horizon. Scott had liked it a lot. I remember that he couldn't keep his hands off my body. We even have a group picture where he's touching my butt! But I can't really blame him…this dress is really beautiful and shows every curves of my body. I just hope I will be able to get into it. It's extensible, but well, you see…

Same Place, Some Hours Later

I walk into the living room, finally ready. Just like I had planned, I couldn't dress this outfit. I am too fat. Scott spent all the afternoon in the kitchen. I wonder what he's up to…in fact no; I know what he's been doing: preparing our little romantic evening. I look at the table and notice Scott already set it up. This is nice but a little déjà-vu. But that's the intention that counts, no? He eventually walks into the room, wearing his black tuxedo. My favorite one, he's so sweet.

"Do you like it?" He says leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smiling cutely.

"It's amazing." I can't help walking towards the spot where he stays and embracing him. "I love you." I murmur in his ear, kissing his lobe. He smells so good too, like Hugo Boss or something…um…that makes me wanting him right here, right now!

"I love you two." He says emphasizing the last word looking down at my large tummy, putting his hands on it. It looks like I'm going to have some competition soon! "When will he kick?" He? What's that? I thought I had been clear, no difference whether it's a boy or a girl!

"Scott; first, we don't know if it's a boy because we wanted the surprise. And two, the doctor said it wasn't going to happen before the fifth month."

"Well you're almost five months."

"Just be patient. You know, maybe it will never kick…"

"I know, I know, but still, this is unfair! You, you can feel it inside of you and me I have nothing!"

"Scott, you can talk to it, kiss it and once it's born, you'll change diapers. I'm sure that creates bonds." I say with good humor; he cracks a smile.

"Very funny. Come on sit here." He orders like the little leader he is, motioning for the table. I sit and watch him searching into his right pocket. That's the time I have waited for so long now. I watch in amazement as he gets on one knee looking right into my eyes.

"I suppose you know why I'm standing here in front of you." I nod, smiling big. He opens the box in front of me and there is THE RING! I almost can feel my mouth reaching my ears. "Well, then I guess you know how much I love you?" Ah, damn butterflies!

"I love you too." I don't know where I found the guts to even say that!

"I know sweetie. I know that sometimes I'm really annoying or that I'm simply a jerk, but I need you Shelby. I need you like I never needed anyone, not even my parents. Without you I'm nothing, with you I'm feeling like I'm complete. Will you marry me, with all the risks that it involves?" He's definitively the cutest guy of the world!

"What are those risks?" A little teasing for the time I waited! I feel in a strong position!

"Please answer me, I feel like an idiot!" Oh, I know you do!

"Tell me what risks and I'll answer." This is the last time I'm not answering! I'm kinda dying to tell him 'yes'.

"The risks of spending all your life with a man with a bad attitude and who's moody."

"I think I could manage that."

"I need the word Shel." I love it when he pleads to me, really!

"Oh, yes, I'll marry you!"

So, how…was the proposal? I kinda think it's not that good, but well…I can't be objective, I did it myself. Well anyway, that's why you're here! To tell me what you thought of it, so do it please!

Oh and about the title, I was thinking of something like: 'A funny trip in Shelby Merrick's (soon to be Barringer! lol) head'

I want to change the title because at first my story wasn't supposed to take those directions...when you read the first chapter you can't say it is going to be a drama or something funny. When I chose the title 'Regrets' that was becauseit was supposed to be a drama...