Emma had been home for three weeks. She tried to contact Becky to apologize but Becky wouldn't answer her calls. Randy barely talked to her either, unless it was about the baby. The only person she talked to regularly was John. He called her every day to check on her and the baby. She was sitting at home. Her phone started to ring. She answered it.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hi." John said.
"Hi John."
"How are you?"
"Fine."
"How's the baby?"
"It's fine." "How are you?"
"I'm good." "I get to go home for a few days after today."
"That's good."
"I wish you would've stayed on the road."
"I couldn't." "Becky still won't talk to me."
"I tried to call her to." "She won't talk to me either." "Do you know when we can find out who the father of the baby is?"
"In my fifth month."
"I hope I'm the father."
"I thought you didn't want children?"
"Not if you're it's mother." "I know you don't want me to be the father."
"I think you'll make a great father if it's yours."
The next day Emma was sitting at home. Her lights flashed so she answered the door.
"John." She said surprised.
"Hi Emma."
"Come in." He went in. "What are you doing here?" "I thought you were going home."
"I am." "I just wanted to stop by and see you first." They sat down.
"Come on John." "Why are you here?" "You wouldn't come all the way to New York for no reason."
"You're right." "I have something to ask you." "You don't have to answer me now." "You can think about it."
"What are you talking about?"
"I love you Emma." "Even if the baby isn't mine I don't care." He got off the couch and down on one knee. He took out a little box and opened it. "Emma, will you marry me?"
