"I was thinking," Parker said laying next to Kat in bed who was nursing some apple juice at the moment. It was the only thing she liked the taste of. Coffee made her ill, and one moment she loved scrambled eggs and the next moment she said she didn't. This baby business was mind boggling to him. And there were all these tests she had to be tested for.
"Thinking what?" She yawned.
"We should get married when Emily and Archie have their wedding." He shrugged.
"No." She shook her head. "Too late. I wouldn't dare ask her. She'd be crushed. She would."
"You could at least ask." Parker squinted.
"No, I will not ask. This is her baby."
"What?" He squinted harder as if she'd gone behind his back on this one. He'd thought of himself pretty handy in the bedroom there for a couple of months. He wouldn't admit it, but that was the most he'd ever had sex, and it was paying off, wasn't it?
"No!" She winced hitting him the arm. "The wedding. Its her wedding. And Emily is very particular about some things."
"You mean, she's like you?" Parker kept his arms crossed.
Kat cracked up in laughter and almost spilled her juice.
"God, I don't even know if I'm going to make it through this, you know." She shrugged.
"Then we should get married." He told her. "Now."
She sighed. He thought for a second... she wasn't going to fight him on this.
"Rub my back, will you," she then said. "I'll think about it."