Michael

I walk into my bathroom and catch Daniella standing in the full length mirror staring at herself. She has her shirt pulled all the way up and is cupping her belly to see how big her bump is.

She smiles when she sees me. "Ten weeks, Mike." She grins, repeating what the doctors told us. "A little strawberry." She turns around. Daniella is grinning from ear to ear.

"If you keep holding your belly like that and I'm going to have no choice but to take you to bed. You're making me feel things." I lean in and bite her ear softly.

"Mmm" she groans, arching her back. She places her hands on my chest and pushes me so I am standing upright again. "Not right now though."

"Not right now?!" I pout, wanting her close.

"Mhm," she nods, pulling her shirt down. "Right now I'm going to take Zoe to get her nails done, well, our nails done."

"What for?"

Daniella snaps around, a look plastered on her face that tells me I should already know the answer to my question. "Cal has been talking about this for weeks, Mike. Do you seriously not remember?"

"What, the proposal?" I ask, shrugging.

She smacks her hand over my mouth. I like it when she's rough with me. "Keep it down!" She groans.

I remove her hand from my lips and place it on my chest, pinning her fingers to my heart. "I just don't see what the big deal is about her having her nails done. You didn't have your nails done when I proposed to you." I raise an eyebrow.

"That is because you proposed to me outside a prison after we saw your step-father..." she laughs, smacking me on the chest playfully. "Super romantic. Every girl's dream location. Calum is putting a little more thought into it." She shrugs, turning around to put earrings in.

"Hey!" I protest. "It seemed right at the time."

She laughs. "I love our story, Michael. I wouldn't change it for the world. Every couple is different. I want her nails to look nice for photos."

I purse my lips and think while she stabs her ears with the tiny metal posts until they slide in.

"Do you wish I had done it differently?" I ask, looking at the floor. I almost regret asking. I don't want to know now. What if she says yes?

"Done what differently?" She turns. "Can you clasp this?" She hands me two ends of a necklace.

She lifts her hair while I swing the chain around her neck. "Proposing to you. Do you wish I did it differently? Somewhere different, better, I guess?" I clasp the ends together.

She turns around, dropping her hair.

"You proposed in a way that felt right for you. For us. The timing was impeccable. I wouldn't change a single second of it." She kisses me. "But maybe next time you plan a big gesture, you can make sure I have my nails done?" She suggests. "Kidding. Totally kidding." She looks at her nails.

Something tells me she's not kidding...

Daniella grabs her purse from the bed. She leaves, stopping in the doorway. "I should be done around four," she looks at her watch. "Will you wait right there for me?"

I nod, sitting down on the bed.

"Good," she nods. "Because I'm wearing the lace underwear you like." She winks and leaves the bedroom.

I flop back on the bed, groaning at her comment. She is such a tease.