The next morning, I wake up to find Violet missing. After looking around the bedroom, I give up; she isn't in here. As a last resort, I walk out to the living and TV room in the penthouse (we purchased it). A sigh escapes my lips as I hear the turn of a page. I read the book, or what I can see of it, and I gasp. It is none other than The Great Gatsby, the book my mother hit my father with while Violet and I were in the Earth Realm with our friends. Violet hears me catching my breath and turns around. “What’s wrong, River? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I nod. “Um... yeah; I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”

“You’re gonna need that cup of coffee, then, my love.”

“Are we doing something today?”

“I thought we’d go shopping today.” She smiles and kisses me, her now-pink lips tenderly caressing mine. I push her further into it, while dog-earing the page she is reading. After a few moments, she pushes me onto my back and sits on me, while still kissing me; I must be the luckiest guy in the world right now, to have such an amazing wife as Violet.

"We forgot to grab our stuff from Uncle Lazarus’s house, and he’s the only one who has a key. I’d also like to get some new clothes."

“We can go get the key from him, Violet.”

Violet sighs- a happy sigh-  and changes the subject. “You know last night was the best night of my life, right?”

“What happened last night?”

“Well, you we really sleepy, but you said ‘Screw it, let’s try’ and you undid my bra-”

“I get it, Violet. I was tired, but we fooled around anyway; aka, you’re pregnant.”

“Did you not want-”

“I do want it, but I thought we were waiting.”

“Then why are you angry at me?”

“I’m not angry, Violet. I’m just... I’m just scared.”

"Scared?" she raises a hand to her lips and gasps. "I-I didn't know it would-"

"Hush, my beloved... it's alright. If you want, Violet, we can make love again tonight; just to be sure, you know?"

"I don't want you to feel like you're being pressured into fatherhood, River."

“I’m not feeling anything close to that, my dear.” I caress her face as a sign of my love and sympathy. We press our foreheads together and make out again. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re being pressured either, beloved.” I sigh again, but this time it is happier. “You look so beautiful – no, gorgeous; today, every day...” It’s just now that I’m figuring out who she really is, who my wife is going to be.

Later that day, Violet and I go to The Strip, a little cluster of malls in Middle Maurasia that has a ton of clothes that she loves. In every dressing room, I tell her my honest opinion, and in every dressing room, I get creepy glares from other women – until the last store, that is.

If you’re wondering what happened in the last store we went to, I’ll tell you: we saw Aiden and Katie, which got me, well... distracted. Violet has to pretty much yell to stop me from talking to him. “River! I asked you three times, how do I look in this dress?” I peek into the stall and reply, with a gasp “It looks absolutely beautiful on you, Violet...”

You know what she does with that dress, the one that I really liked, with its blue gradient-style fabric and sequins? She puts it back on the rack and snaps at me “I hope you're happy, River; I really liked that dress, and now I can't have it because my husband doesn't like it.” I grab her shoulders and cuddle her from behind.

“I did like it, Violet. It looked really pretty on you. If you go get it from the rack I will buy it for you, my beloved wife.”

“I thought you didn't like it; it just seemed that way, at first glance.”

After I purchase the dress for her, Violet is as happy as any wife who gets a present from their husband, and so she jumps up and down and squeals like a little girl.

“You are the best husband ever” she tells me, and then whispers seductively "I think you deserve a treat tonight..." I could guess what that treat is.