Karma Kameleon. Stephanie Haefner

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      “Rich, I’m pregnant.”

      The last time I’d said those exact words to him, it had led to our breakup and my entrance to a dark and dreary pit of misery. This time, instead of a dumbfounded, confused expression, a huge grin formed on Rich’s face and he kissed me. We laughed and he told me how happy he was and how much he loved me.

      “This is perfect.” He lay next to me on our bed and combed his hand through my hair. He found his way to the edge of my t-shirt–one of his I wore as a night gown. He lifted it and rubbed his hand across my stomach, then leaned down and kissed it. “Only one thing would make it better.”

      “Yeah? What’s that?”

      “You saying ‘yes’. Marry me, Lexi.”

      My heart leapt into my throat and a chaotic flutter of butterflies on speed swirled through my stomach. I stared at Rich, his adoring eyes staring back at me. Was this for real? I’d never been proposed to before.

      “Really? Are you sure? You don’t have to marry me just ’cause you knocked me up.”

      His brow furrowed as his lips bowed in a half smile. “You’re kinda ruining this moment.” He reached into the nightstand drawer next to him. The black velvet box opened with a pop and inside sat a princess cut diamond ring–not a small one, either. “I’ve been trying to find the perfect time for weeks now.”

      My eyes immediately teared. How could I have doubted his sincerity?

      “Will you marry me?” he asked again.

      My body shook and I nodded.

      “Is that a ‘yes’?”

      “Yes,” I screamed and tackled him, covering his face with kisses.

      “Wait,” he managed between smooches. “I want to make it official.”

      “Didn’t we just do that?”

      “Not yet.” Rich plucked the sparkly gem from its box. He slid it onto my left ring finger and I did what all newly engaged women do. I flexed my wrist and held my arm straight, admiring my hand and its brilliant adornment.

      “Do you like it?” he asked.

      “I love it!” And truly meant it. The square stone appeared flawless, at least a carat and a half, maybe more. I couldn’t have picked a more perfect setting myself–simple and elegant platinum, nothing fru-fru about it.

      “I know it’s not as big as Abby’s.”

      “Uh, there’s no need for it to be.” I didn’t care one bit what my sister had. “And besides, I’m sure your penis is way bigger than Daniel’s anyway.”

      “What?”

      “Everybody knows big fat diamond rings are to make up for tiny dicks. Trust me–you have no need whatsoever to buy me a big diamond.”

      I placed my lips back on his and my hands made their way to his boxers. Rich slipped a hand under my shirt in preparation of removing it.

      Thud. Followed by high-pitched wailing.

      Rich and I pulled apart. What the heck was that? Before my feet hit the hardwood, Marcus’s voice was on the other side of the door.

      “Sorry guys. Preston got away from me.”

      “It’s okay. Bring him in,” I yelled, still hearing my little man’s cries.

      Marcus pushed the door open slowly and as soon as Preston’s teary eyes met mine, he smiled and reached his arms to me.

      “He’s getting fast,” Marcus said. “I turned around to pick up some toys and he crawled off down the hallway. I think he crashed head first into your door.”

      Marcus placed my pajama-clad baby in my arms, though I couldn’t call him a baby anymore. It had been almost a year since his birth and it seemed like he grew an inch a day. I’d always heard people go on about how fast time flies, but had never realized how true it was until I had my own child.

      “Should we tell him?” Rich asked, gazing at Preston. I nodded.

      “Guess what, my precious boy? Daddy Rich is gonna make an honest woman of me. See?” I wiggled my fingers at him.

      He pointed at the diamond and giggled. He had no clue what it meant or how huge a deal it was, but I liked to pretend he did and was happy.

      “Wow. Congrats.” Marcus smiled and shook Rich’s hand, then gave me a hug. “I’m really happy for you.”

      “There’s more.”

      “Oh?”

      “Yeah,” I said and turned back to my son. “Preston, you’re gonna be a big brother.”

      “What was that I heard?” Kevin barged in.

      “Yep, I’m pregnant.”

      “Oh my God,” Kevin shrieked and skipped over to us. “This is the best news ever!” He plopped onto the bed and pulled Rich, Preston and me into a hug.

      “We’re getting married, too,” Rich added, and СКАЧАТЬ