The next few months passed in a blur of cravings, naps, and OB appointments.

Ainsley cried the first time she heard the heartbeat.

Calvin cried when they found out it was a girl.

Their relationship shifted again - not from lovers to strangers, but from something new to something permanent.

He moved into her house quickly - his books first, then his clothes, then finally his favorite brown leather recliner.

"I want to marry you," he said one night, lying beside her on the couch, his hand on her growing belly.

"Is that a proposal?"

"It's a warning," he grinned. "A proposal's coming. You should prepare yourself."

She smiled, tears in her eyes. "I already said yes the day you stayed."