Bridget was speechless staring at the gorgeous ring. Tears came to her eyes. Deacon loved her and he wanted to marry her. "Deacon..." She said wiping her tears away. "I love you so much. I know that we haven't known eachother that long but when I'm with you....Yes! Yes I'll marry you!" She exclaimed as more tears of joy came. Deacon slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her hand. Bridget gazed at the ring on her finger.
"It's so beautiful." She said happily. "I love it."
"It's not half as beautiful as you." stated Deacon taking her in his arms. "Nothing is. But this was close enough."
Bridget smiled. No one ever thought her to be beautiful. She's heard pretty and she's heard cute. But hardly ever beautiful. Deacon thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. No one ever made her feel that way. Not that jerk Dante. No one. "You make me so happy." said Bridget beaming with joy. "I'd never felt the way I feel when I'm with you. I love you."
Deacon leaned in and placed a passionate kiss on her soft moist lips. Soon they were back inside the house in the bedroom making passionate love over and over again.

The sun shined through the window the next day. Deacon came into the room and watched as Bridget slept looking so peaceful and there was a smile on her face as she dreamed of her wedding. It was late in the morning and he decided to let her sleep as late as she wanted. They were up most of the night. He felt it was Bridget's own fault. She was so damn hot, how was he to resist? Deacon slid in the bed next to her and kissed her shoulder. Bridget began to stir. Slowly she turned and opened her sleepy eyes and smiled at him. "Morning." She greeted.
"You mean afternoon." He grinned at her.
"What?" She said as she sat up.
"Well it's almost afternoon." He said. "It's 11:30."
"Oh...why didn't you wake me up? She asked.
"I figured you needed the rest. You know after last night...."
Bridget giggled. "Well it WAS quite a night and you do have a habit of wearing me out..." She said kissing him. "
It's your fault for being so damn hot and beautiful and everything I ever wanted..."
"Sorry." Bridget grinned.
"Don't be. I'm not." He said laying her down on the bed and kissing her lips. The kiss broke and Bridget gazed up at him. "I love you....I can't wait to marry you."
"You think your family will be okay?" He asked as he stroked her her.
Bridget then remember she had a family and needed to tell them. She didn't give them a thought last night. "Oh yeah" She said. "I guess I should tell them."
"I know it will probably be a shock to them." said Deacon.
"Yes most likely. But Mom and Alex already know about you and our baby. I think they will be okay. As for the everyone else....we may need Mom's help. Especially with my Dad."
"I figured that." said Deacon. "I don't think he's going to be too happy to know that I...."
"He'll be fine." assured Bridget. "He'll have to be. Besides...he'll see how happy I am with you and that will be all that matters."
"Baby I never met him or anything but I'm not so sure about that. You said yourself that they are going to see me as someone who took advantage of you and seduced you."
"Well.." Bridget grinned slyly. "You DID seduce me..." She said sensually as she kissed him.
"I didn't hear any complaints from you." He replied returning her kiss.
"There wasn't anything to complain about.." Bridget said in a seductive tone.
Deacon broke away. "Baby.." He said. "I think we need to figure out a way to break the news to your father. Any ideas?"
Bridget sighed. "I don't know. But I think I'm going to want Mom with me. She may make it easier. You're right when you say he's not going to be happy. Mom may be able to smooth it over. She can handle him pretty well. He does have a tendency to be a little overprotective."
"Baby I think most fathers are."
"Yeah but Eric Forrester is a different story. He makes the father in Dirty Dancing look like Mary Poppins. He's very tough and can be very difficult when it comes to the men in his daughter's lives. It's hard to change his mind if he feels they don't live up to his standards."
"Did he give Dante a hard time with Felicia?"
"Not exactly. I mean Dante and Felicia weren't together. It was a one night fling. It wasn't until after..."
"After what?"
Bridget remained silent. She didn't like talking about it. It was too painful. It still cut her heart in two.
"Bridget, what is it?"
Tears became to form in Bridget's eyes. Deacon held her close to him trying to soothe her. "It's okay baby. You don't have to tell me if you don't want."
Bridget sniffed and pulled away. "It hurts so much. I never....I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay." He said touching her face. "You don't have to."
Bridget managed a small smile. "Thank you."
"Look baby, we'll find a way to deal with your father. I'm not going to let anyone keep me from marrying you."
"I'm not going to let anyone keep me from marrying YOU." said Bridget. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm never letting you get away from me. I wont' let anyone take you from me."
Suddenly Bridget threw her arms around him holding him tightly. "Please don't ever leave me." She said tearfully. "Please don't ever leave me."
"Never." He replied softly. "I'm not going anywhere. You are never going to lose me. Ever."
Bridget held onto him never wanting to let go. She lost enough in her life. Had enough of pain and heartache. One thing was certain. Nothing and no one was going to rip Deacon away from her arms. She wasn't going to allow it to happen.

An hour later after another round of lovemaking, Bridget stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She had to lock the door to keep Deacon from following her in. Picking up another towel, she began to dry her hair. She was still a little worried about telling Eric about Deacon. She knew he was going to be furious. Not so much with her, although she was sure he would have choice words for her. He would act like she was a still a little girl. He was going to be the most angry with Deacon. Bridget could hear the words now. How could he do this? Did he think he could just go around seducing innocent young girls? Bridget was determined to make him see it was nothing like that. Bridget finished drying her hair with the hair dryer and walked back into the bedroom. She picked her clothes out of the overnight back she had packed. A pair of jeans and a pink cotton sleeveless top.
After dressing, she applied her make-up and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Bridget then eyed the rumpled bed and smiled thinking about what had taken place. The amount of love Deacon showered upon her was incredible to her. No one ever loved her like that. She had never felt that amount of passion in her life. Walking out of the bedroom, she headed to the living room where Deacon was shooting pool on a pool table that was on the other end of the enormous room.
"Nice." She said as Deacon leaned over and made a shot into the corner pocket. "Thanks. "He said standing up and eyeing his next shot.
"I wasn't talking about the shot." She grinned.
Deacon groaned. "Knock it off." He said.
"Knock what off?" She asked innocently.
"You know exactly what." He said as he pulled her over to him. "You think you can keep your hands to yourself."
"No." She smiled evilly.
"You know I think you had it backwards before. YOU are the one who has the habit of wearing ME out.."
"Maybe YOU are the one the one at fault. Being so damn hot and sexy..."
Just as Deacon was going to take her on the pool table, Bridget's cell phone rang. She pulled away and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Bridget, it's Mom."
"Oh..Hi."
"Everything okay? You talk to Deacon?"
"Yes I did." Bridget smiled. "I have some news but I want to tell you in person."
"Okay. You coming home soon?"
"I am. I think I'm going to stay another day." She said eyeing Deacon and getting very aroused again.
"I'll be home sometime tomorrow."
"Alright. I'll see you then. Bye honey."
"Bye Mom." Bridget snapped her phone shut.
"Staying another day?" asked Deacon as he leaned down and made another shot.
Bridget threw her phone down on the sofa and practically leaped into Deacon's arms. "Shut up and make love to me again."
"This coming from someone who kept fighting me off and locking the door so that I couldn't join her in the shower..."
"Shut up and make love to me." Bridget said again. "You don't want to upset a pregnant woman angry..."
"I like when you are angry..." He grinned. "You look beautiful when you are angry..."
He picked her up and laid her down on the sofa. Bridget clung to him as they got lost in eachother's arms.