"What do you mean?" I queried. "You'll likely have the flu by next week and you don't even know if you're pregnant yet. You couldn't possibly tell so soon."
"I know that—and that's the reason I wanted to talk to you.
"You and I have been letting things ride along for some time now. I've enjoyed it and I have no regrets. But it's time to stop; to make up our minds." She looked straight at me. "Do you love me enough to marry me?"
I got up and went to her. I put my arms around her and this time my kiss was not quiet.
"Silly question," I whispered against her cheek. "I was getting tired of being just the boy friend. We'll go and get the license right now. We can get married as soon as the three day waiting period is over."
She looked up at me and said, "You wait here. I'll be ready in a minute."
I sat down and lit another cigarette. Three puffs later I heard her speak behind me.
"I'm ready, John."
I looked around and came to my feet with a gasp. Then I took her into my arms.
"Pat ... my Pat! God, but you're lovely!" I smoothed back her hair and tilted her face to see her. "Darling, why are you doing this?"