Carlos proposed to you after a victory, it was supposed to be something romantic, he had planned something romantic, but, shit, after he won, he took you in his arms, spun you around and then knelt down, took the ring out of his pockets and just asked: will you marry me?

You were so happy, engaged, Carlos never thought he would get married, that he wanted to get married, but there he was, looking for excuses to say that you were his fiancée. Many love-making sessions and you were pregnant.

It had been 2 months, you were sitting in the nursery’s floor next to your fiance, Carlos was assembling the baby's crib, you were reading the instructions for assembling the crib while he followed your instructions.

"We need to think about the name..." Carlos said as he used the screwdriver on one of the screws.