Chapter 23

“Well, OK. What’s on your mind, my Love?” Amy said quizzically.

“Let me first ask you if you were serious about wanting to have children? You kind of surprised me with that statement since we have only known each other for a couple of days.”

Amy’s facial expressions went from smiling and happy to frowning and solemn. Amy thought she knew where this was heading. “Yes, I was serious but I’m sure you are not,” Amy said almost sobbing.

“Um, let me stop you right here. You are jumping to an incorrect conclusion. I do want children. I’ve always wanted children. Up until a couple of days ago, I had not found someone that made me believe that having children and starting a family is something truly obtainable. You, my dear, are clearly the first and the only woman that I have even considered wanting to make a family. You ‘own’ my heart. I can’t tell you how much I love you. I am sure of it.” I admitted to Amy.

“REALLY? You really would like to have children with me? No joking?” Amy replied with that beautiful smile lighting up her whole face.

Amy dove against my chest, kissing me hard and passionately. She pressed her body as tight against me as she could press. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her with all my might. I wanted her to understand just how much I loved her.

Again, Amy asked, “You’re not joking, are you? You really want to have children?”

“Yes, Amy! I want to have children. I want to have them with you. However, I need to get something from my backpack. Any ideas where it went to?” I inquired.

“Well yes. It’s in the trunk of my car. When Dar went to the bathroom, the day we first met at the steakhouse she took my keys and moved your backpack from her car to mine.” Amy said.

“How do I get it then?”

“Just ask me, Lover. I will be more than happy to run out to the garage and get the backpack out of the trunk of my car.”

With that, Amy got up and headed out the bedroom door to get the backpack out of her car’s trunk. While she was gone, I woke Dar. She was not at all happy about being woke up but, there were a couple of questions I needed to be answered before Amy came back with my backpack.

“Dar, Dar I got to know a couple of things. First, what is Amy’s full name?” I asked hurriedly.

“What? You woke me for that? Its Amy Marie Johnson. Now, can I go back to sleep?”

“No, No, no” I have another question for you.

“How out of my mind would it be for me to propose to her right now?”

Dar rubbed her eyes, shook her head, and asked me to repeat what I just said.

“How out of my mind would it be for me to propose to her right now?” I repeated.

“YOU’RE GOING TO DO WHAT? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FRICKEN MIND? YOU HAVE HAD A NICE WEEKEND WITH LOTS OF GREAT SEX AND NOW YOU WANT TO MARRY HER? DAVID, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND QUIT LETTING THE LITTLE HEAD MAKE DECISIONS FOR YOU!” Dar said loudly at me.

There was a pregnant pause as we looked at each other. I sat silently waiting for the other shoe to drop and Darleen to yell at me a bit more.

Maybe I was being stupid but, my heart fluttered just seeing Amy and it is my opinion, she is without a doubt my equal. I want to kiss her, make mad passionate love to her, make a family with her, make a long and happy life with her. I know deep down that we would be together until we die. As these thoughts were rolling around in my head, Dar piped up with one more question, “Hey Loverboy, how are you going to propose? You don’t even have a ring.”

“Um, yes I do. I’ve had one since my divorce. My Mother gave me her Mother’s wedding ring set that has been in our family for three generations. Since my X-wife sold her rings, my Mother wanted me to have a great set to keep my hope of finding true love alive in my head and in my heart.”

Just a moment after I said that to Darleen, I heard Amy coming down the hall to the bedroom. The door swung open and there was Amy all naked and smiling with my backpack in her hand. She tossed it over to me. Dar was just grinning from ear to ear knowing what I was about to do. I reached into my backpack rummaging around till I found the little ring box at the bottom. I stood up and asked Amy to come over to the bed and sit down a minute. She bounced over to the bed and hopped on dangling her legs over the edge.

“Amy Marie Johnson,” I started.

“How do you know my full name?” Amy was asking all puzzled.

Dar piped up, “Amy, I told him. Now hush and let him speak.”

I started again with my hand in my backpack. “Amy Marie Johnson” as I pulled out the little black velvet ring box. “Amy Marie Johnson, will you marry me?”