Emmett was shocked. Elle Woods – the young, bright, cheery girl that Harvard law had come to know and love – was pregnant. He pulled Elle closer to him as she continued to sob. "Elle, that's just wrong. Why can't he help raise his own child?"

"B-because he d-d-doesn't think it's h-his," Elle stammered through her tears.

A look of confusion crossed Emmett's face. "How could it not be? You've been inseparable since the trial. Why would he ever think it wasn't–" Emmett stopped his sentence as he remembered. About a month ago, there had been a huge party for God knows what, and there had been an endless supply of alcohol available to everyone there. The majority of the people attending had gotten really drunk, and many people did things they'd regretted. Emmett couldn't quite remember what he'd done, but it couldn't have been as bad as whatever Elle had done.

"Emmett, you've got to remember the party. We were both drunk, and Warner left early, but told me to stay and have fun. I accidentally had a little bit more fun than he meant, though."

"Elle, who did you sleep with?"

"It... It was you." Elle finished in a whisper.

No. No. No, no, no, Emmett thought. It wasn't Elle, it couldn't have been Elle that night. It couldn't have been him that just caused her whole life to blow up in her face. "I... I don't know what to say. You've got to be mistaken. I wasn't that drunk. I would have remembered–"

"But you don't remember. That's the problem. And I don't know what I'm going to do if neither of you will help me," Elle said as she began to stand up.

Emmett pulled her gently back on the bed. "I never said that I wouldn't help you. If this child is my fault, then I will help you raise it. That is, if you even want anything to do with me anymore."

"Of course I do," Elle said. "I was stupid and wrong to try and love Warner again. If I had thought it through, I never would've said yes. Because I love you, Emmett. I should have figured it out before now, before screwing up your life just like I screwed up mine. And I'm so sorry, Emmett."

"I love you, too. I always have, I just always seemed to try to say it at exactly the wrong time." Emmett looked down at their hands and interlocked fingers, and once again noticed Elle's undecorated ring finger. Warner was such a cheap skate for taking his ring back, and though Emmett understood his motives, he certainly didn't agree with them.

Elle noticed him looking at the spot where Warner's ring used to wrap elegantly around her finger. "It wasn't Warner that I wanted to marry."

Emmett leaned towards her and kissed her softly. "Do you really mean that?" he asked when they parted.

"Without a doubt," Elle replied with a small smile playing at her lips.

Not letting go of Elle's hand, Emmett got off of the bed and dropped down to one knee. "Then putting tradition and rings aside... Eleanor Desirae Woods, will you do me the greatest honor in the world by letting me love you for the rest of our lives, together as husband and wife?"

"Absolutely." This time it was Elle who leaned in for the kiss, and as she wrapped her arms around Emmett's neck, she felt a beautiful feeling that she had never truly felt with Warner. Being in Emmett's arms was nothing short of bliss, and Elle couldn't have asked for anything more at the moment. "Emmett," Elle began, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"I feel the same way," Emmett replied, "hence the proposal." He stood up and took his seat next to Elle on the bed once again. He wanted her so badly, but he didn't dare mention that right now. And there was something he was worried about that he had been meaning to ask Elle. "What are you going to do about your law career? Will you still be able to concentrate on your classes?"

"Emmett, can you do something for me?" Elle asked. Her eyes seemed to plead without the use of words, and Emmett would have done anything right then to make her happy.

"Anything."

"Will you..." Elle wasn't quite sure how she could ask, so she reached over and unfastened the top two buttons of Emmett's shirt. He understood then. Both people began undressing silently, and they were stunned at the day's wonderful, beautiful, fascinating turn of events.

Emmett was going to love Elle again, but this time, he was going to do it sober.