Marry Me

"Alex, I still think this isn't a good idea. I don't want to go to any party. I just want to stay at home. I'll make dinner and wait for you," Vanessa protested as Alex urged her to dress up.

"You're not making dinner, babe. Not tonight and not anytime soon. And why don't you want to go with me?" Alex's voice came floating through the phone.

"Firstly, because I'm 35 weeks pregnant."

"Really? I didn't notice. You look sexy to me, and that's all I ever see when I look at you."

"Alex," Vanessa's cheeks flushed red at his words. She could never get used to him saying all the right words every time.

Vanessa quickly composed herself and returned her attention to the conversation at hand. "Secondly, I don't think I'll fit in, Alex. Your kind of people—"

"Babe, there's nothing like my kind of people. There's only me and you, and then there's everyone else." Alex interjected her.

"But—"