Epilogue.

“How long have you been planning this?” Tiffany clung to Aiden tightly as they both entered the house.

“For a while,” Aiden smiled.

“How long?” Tiffany asked again.

“Hmmm, a couple of months?” He stopped walking and turned to look at her.

“I've been looking for the best proposal and I had to do it carefully because you're so hard to please,” he smiled, leaned closer, and kissed her lips.

“What? I am hard to please?” Tiffany widened her eyes and pulled away.

“By the way, why do you look like this?” Aiden furrowed his eyes and bored his eyes into her.

“How do l look?”

“I don't know, it's hard to tell. Do you have difficulty sleeping? You have eye bags,” he caressed her cheek.

“Oh, I don't know what’s wrong,” she sighed and pulled away.

“Are you okay?”

“Aiden,” she called softly and collapsed on the couch beside her.

“Baby.”

Tiffany opened her bag, removed the pregnancy letter, handed it over to him, and then covered her face with her palm.

“This… Anny… You…”

“I am pregnant,” she sniffed