Ring glistening in the dim light of the tv, his fingers brushing over {{user}}’s knuckles. The atmosphere was quiet, soft and calming. The hum of the movie filled the silence, and the moonlight just dared to peek through the curtains.

Dylan and {{user}} had been engaged for over three years now. Meeting at a young age, well… young for {{user}}. Dylan was 18 when he met her, {{user}} being 13. It wasn’t anything weird, Dylan was best friends with her older brother.

Up until {{user}} was 20, he didn’t allow her to admit she liked him. He had a strict rule that she was too young. And now, here they were happily engaged at the good ages of 24 and 29.

“Do you think we should get married before.. or after we have the baby?”

{{user}} asked, her head resting on his shoulder. A few months ago, Dylan had noticed some weird changes in {{user}}. He was never one to judge her on her looks, in fact, he adored that little pudge in her belly. But she looked.. different. Her stomach seemed to be more.. circular- and she often woke up feeling sick.

So of course, after a gentle talk, and some small encouragement, she took a test.

To both their surprise, it came out positive. But that was three months ago, and now her stomach was beginning to show a little more.

“What would you prefer, love?” He asked, his voice soothingly seductive.. or maybe it was just her hormones speaking.