**6 months later**
John dropped Brenda off at the police station and returned to Thomas and Arielle’s. Everyone was waiting for him except Brenda, Rick, and the kids.
“Ideas, guys, ideas! How should I propose to her?” John paced back and forth.
“I have no clue, buddy. I told Rick that my parents said getting married on Friday brings good luck. We registered two days later, on Friday.” Joe shrugged.
“Most lame-ass proposal ever!” John looked at him in disdain.
“Mat did not even ask me. He asked Belle to pick the wedding theme for us and plan for the winter wedding. We were at the dinner table, she squealed, and that was that. Damn! I got tricked.” Arabella said.
John was at a loss, “Yes, you got cheated. And you are not helpful!”
He looked at Thomas; the latter just shrugged.
Arielle had a thoughtful look on her face. She caressed her pregnant belly and said, “Baby, your father has never proposed to me.” And she started crying.
Thomas caressed and coaxed her while shooting a gl
