He slides his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck. “I’m always thinking about sex with you. Even when I’m asleep, I dream about it. I want you to know that even when you get as big as a cow, I will still find you as sexy and gorgeous as I do right now.”

“Oh, thank you. That makes me feel so much better.”

I lean back against him and trace the tattoos lining his forearm.

“I love you, Sam.”

“Not as much as I love you, sweetheart.”

He reaches over and picks up the test stick.

“And this is the absolute best day of my life,” he says. “We’re going to have a baby!”

“What? You’re kidding! Let me see.”

I look at the stick to double check. Sure enough, I’m pregnant.

How did I get so lucky?

“I know the exact moment it happened too,” he says. “Remember the episode in the kitchen with the chocolate syrup?”

“Could I ever forget it?” I say. “I hope I never do.”

“Just so you know I really did forget the condom that day. I wanted you so much that I couldn’t think straight. And then when you told me not to stop, I thought my brain would explode. I knew there was chance that I could get you pregnant and I wanted that to happen more than anything.”

My mind goes back to that moment. I remember every detail clearly.

“If I had known, I would have wanted it too,” I say. “I wonder if we should offer to buy the wooden kitchen island from the people who own the house?”

Sam grins down at me. “We probably should. For more reasons than one. Now that we’re having a baby, I have a very important question. Will you marry me soon? Like tomorrow?”

“Marry you?” I say with a laugh. “Is this your idea of a romantic proposal? Because it needs some work. You’re holding a stick that I peed on.”

He puts the pregnancy test back on the counter and tugs me closer.

“Better now?” he says. “I don’t want to wait. If we’re married, the Steel Infidels will have to accept you as one of our own. You’ll automatically be under our protection. And I also won’t have to worry about any blowback from the club against you.”

“Is that the only reason you want to get married?” I ask.

“You mean besides the fact that I love you, I’m crazy about you, and I don’t want to be without you for even a day?” he replies. “Maybe I should have said that first. So will you marry me? If you don’t say yes, I’ll keep bugging you until you do.”