Ryan had been giving you glances all week. The two of you had been together for almost six years, and he had always had a clear stance on wanting to start a family.

Ryan moved around the kitchen of the bakery in fluid motions. He had wanted you to assist him. He stopped in his tracks. “I've been thinking a lot about the future lately. I have this dream, a really big one.”

Ryan turned around almost in a dramatic motion.

“I want to start a family with you,”he said pointing a hand whisk at you.