"Baby? Ba-aby? Are you awake? It's Valentine's Day, my beautiful Princess. Rise and shine," Michael gently taps my shoulder to wake me up.

That's the sweetest wake up call he's ever given me.

I turn to see his perfect face, he's still lying down too. We're on the sofa, considering the bedroom's a mess.

"That's correct. Happy Valentine's Day," I smile, pouting to invite Michael to kiss me.

He takes the invitation and presses his lips against mine gently. His kisses are so sweet. I'll never get bored of them.

"So, what's first on the agenda?" I ask.

Michael smirks. "Breakfast in.. 'bed,' for us both, then, we gotta go for your scan. After, we can have dinner and then.. I thought we could have an early night."

Michael's voice is deep and seductive as his speaks, and he winks cheekily. I rest my right hand on his left cheek.

"You make me happy," I say, before nuzzling his nose.

"And you make me happier," Michael uses his finger to catch my nose, which is nuzzling his.

He lowers my face down so he can kiss my nose. Aww, he's so sweet.

"I'll be back with breakfast shortly," he smiles, getting off the sofa.

I sit there, thinking about life. How did I get so lucky yet unlucky? I've had people trying to kill me, people kissing Michael, assaulting him and hurting us both, it's been a nightmare.

But, on saying that, I wouldn't have had those experiences, had I not have met Michael in the first place. He's my everything.

We're gonna be getting married, we're having a child. And I've still got friends, Ryan, and Tati vows that justice will be done to Janine.

Michael returns a few minutes later, carrying a tray with a two roses in a little white bottle-vase thing. It's so pretty. Also, two plates, with everything imaginable.

Toast, eggs, pancakes, cookies.. everything. And orange juice.

"Breakfast is served for my beautiful fiancée. Enjoy, baby," Michael says, handing me one of the plates.

I start to eat, it's amazing. Michael's a great cook. Seriously.

"This is amazing," I say, leaning my head back on the pillow.

"I'm glad you like it," Michael says.

We finish eating, go upstairs, and get ready. There are quite a few items of clothing that weren't destroyed by Janine.

She missed a few items that were in the wash, and in other rooms.

I put on a black shirt and a pair of jeans, which are loose-fitting. Michael arrives back in the room wearing his buckles.

I just love that look. The cool, casual buckles. Hmm..

"My fiancé knows how to please me," I say.

Michael advances on me and lifts me up, holding me bridal style. He peppers my neck and cheeks in kisses, and nuzzles me gently.

"And you know how to please me, and I know you will tonight, too. Today will be a good day, and we're just gonna forget all the crap of real life. Just you, me and Ryder. That's all that matters today," he says.

We walk downstairs, and into the living room.

"Present time, you first!" Michael grins.

I chuckle. "Alright. Here."

I hand him my present. I left it downstairs so I wouldn't forget to get it from upstairs today.

Michael opens the present and smiles. "Thank you baby, you always know what to get me."

He takes out the leather jacket I've given him and takes the old one off.

He puts his new one on and looks into the mirror that's opposite the sofa.

"Who's that sexy beast there?" he asks casually, clicking his tongue and pointing at the reflection in the mirror.

I chuckle. "That would be you."

Michael turns to face me and frowns.

"I was talking about you!"

I blush a little and slap his arm, "I'll kill you!"

I chuckle, before sitting back down on the sofa.

"My turn, my turn, my turn!" Michael squeals.

He hands me a box. I look at it. It's purple. Our lucky colour.

I open it slowly and look inside. It's a charm bracelet, with purple stones. There are four little charms on it.

The first is the name "Michael," the second is my name, the third is "Ryder," and the fourth says "L. O. V. E. lives forever."

I smile and hug Michael tightly. "I love it!"

"I'm so glad you do, anyway, I was thinking today, we could go for your scan, then we could go for ice cream, then, we could get our wedding rings--"

"Wedding rings, Michael? Are you sure?" I ask.

Michael smiles. "Anything for my Princess. Anyway, after that, we could come home and get ourselves all pretty and handsome, then go for dinner. It'll be amazing! And tomorrow, we'll start remaking the bedroom again."

I smile. "That sounds perfect."

Michael takes my hand and leads me outside. "Let's go get some scanning."

We walk to the hospital. The maternity ward is so boring. All the other soon-to-be mothers just sit there, silent. At least me and Michael talk.

"So, we get to check the progress of our little Prince today," I say with a smile.

Michael chuckles. "We do. You think he'll be ok?"

"Yeah, for sure. He's been through a lot, and he's still here. He's gonna be a little fighter when he's finally here," I say.

After about half an hour of waiting, my name comes up to go into the scan room.

I take Michael's hand and we walk to the room.

Michael knocks on the door and we hear a faint "Come in."

We enter the room and see a female doctor.

"Good afternoon. Are you.. Mr and Mrs Jackson?" she asks.

I'm not a Jackson yet, but I nod anyway.

"Great! And you're six months pregnant, am I right?" the nurse asks.

Michael nods and says "Yes."

"Excellent, right, let's get you scanned then. Mrs. Jackson, would you mind lying on this bed for me please?"

I oblige and lie down. I lift my shirt to reveal my bump. It's huge. Ugh, I look so weird..

"Ok, this may feel a little cold. I'm just gonna scan your tummy and make sure your baby's ok," the nurse explains, before applying petroleum jelly to my stomach and rubbing the ultrasound scanner thingy over me.

It does fell cold, it tickles..!

"Ah, yes. There he is. A very healthy young boy, daddy. Look at that. He's beautiful," the nurse smiles.

I smile too. My child is visible on a screen. I can see my baby boy without him even being here. That's incredible.

Michael takes my hand, and we both look at the screen with tears in our eyes.

"He's very healthy, and he's fine. If you wanna book a final appointment, for, say, a month or two's time, we can do that. There's only three months until he comes, he's due May 13th. Thank you for coming today. I look forward to scanning you next time," the nurse says, and I stand up and wipe away the jelly with a towel.

I lower my shirt back over my stomach and Michael takes my hand.

"Thanks, nurse. Right, let's go ring shopping," Michael says, as we walk out the hospital.

Half an hour later, we're in the jewellers. Wedding rings.

They all look so beautiful. How can I only pick one?

"Michael, picking one is just a huge challenge. Damn, this is hard," I say.

Michael chuckles. "Well, it's gonna be a challenge that gets completed soon, I want ice cream!"

I slap his arm playfully.

"You need to get your priorities straight, Mr. Jackson," I smirk, before looking back at the rings in the display case.

"I love it when you call me by my surname," Michael growls sexily.

I finally see a ring I like. Gold, with little leaf patterns circling around it.

"Michael, that one," I smile.

Michael pouts. "That's the one I wanted!"

"We can both have one, who ever said we couldn't?" I ask.

Michael nods in understanding. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

We call for the shop manageress, who takes out the rings for us. We walk to the counter and pay. We walk out, and Michael's face is in shock.

"That was nearly a thousand dollars!" he gasps.

I chuckle. "And I'm not worth it?"

Michael's shocked face turns into a smile. "Of course, Mrs. Jackson. Now, ice cream!"

He takes my hand and drags me to the ice cream parlour and we look in to the window. So many amazing flavours. I know which one I'm having.

"Yes please?" the man at the counter asks politely.

Michael leans his arm on the counter and leans forward to speak. "I'll have a chocolate chip ice cream with sprinkles, please."

The man starts to make Michael's ice cream. "And what about the lady?"

"I'll have stracciatella, please," I smile.

Stracciatella ice cream is a rarity in America. It's normally only ever on Italy. I love that flavour. It's basically vanilla with melted chocolate frozen over it. Amazing!

The man makes our ice creams and hands them over. "That'll be 7 dollars please."

Michael hands over the money and takes a lick of his ice cream. He then taps my nose with his ice cream, giving me an ice cream nose.

"I wonder what you're gonna do now?" I ask sarcastically.

Michael smirks, before licking my nose free of ice cream.

"So, my prediction is correct," I chuckle.

"You're good at guessing. C'mon, let's get home," Michael replies, licking his ice cream again.

We walk hand in hand, holding our ice creams in our free hands. We get home about half an hour later, by which time we've finished eating.

I stand opposite Michael, and notice he has ice cream over his face.

"Hey, you got a little--" I cut myself off by wiping his face with my hand.

Michael giggles childishly at my action.

"Thanks mommy," he says in a proper American accent, putting on a childish voice.

This makes me laugh, and I tap his nose, making Michael blink.

"C'mon, we need to get ready for tonight!" he squeals.

Jeesh, he's so over-excited today! I'm glad, it stops him from thinking about yesterday. We get inside the house and get ready. Are we making an effort with clothing or not?

I'll put something half way through casual and smart on.

I pick a black dress, which surprisingly hides my bump rather well. It's got a little black flower on the shoulder. It goes down to just above my knees. I think I look ok today.

Michael pops his head round the door, smiling at my appearance.

"You look so sexy, baby," he whispers in a deep voice, then looks down at his own clothes.

I can't see what he's wearing, he's hiding himself behind the doorframe.

"Thank you, but, c'mon, let me see what you're wearing!" I squeal.

Michael exhales, before looking back at my face.

"Don't judge me. I'm not in my usual buckles or leather," he says.

I smile. "Of course. I can't wait to see what you are wearing."

Michael's heard enough to be reassured now, and steps into the room.

Oh my freaking GOD, why has he never worn this before?

He's wearing a gorgeous black suit, with a red armband on the side, with coat tails and matching black shoes, he has a red shirt underneath with a black cravat.

Jeesh, I can't even.. damn! He looks so hot!

I try to control myself as I walk his way.

"You look amazing, baby. Why have you never worn this before?"

"Thanks, I felt a little nervous really. I mean, what I wore at the Christmas party wasn't really like this, was it? I look a little more smart today. I'm gonna hopefully look a little better when we get married," Michael replies.

He scoops me up in his arms and kisses my lips.

"Now, c'mon, let's go for dinner," he takes my hand again and we walk out into the street.

"Today's been perfect so far, Michael," I smile, as we arrive in town.

Michael kisses my cheek as we walk. "Good. Tonight will be even better."

We arrive at the restaurant and we're allocated a table. We sit down, and look at the menu.

"What do you want, honey? You can have anything you want," Michael says.

I glance at the menu, everything looks so good.

"Hmm.. I'll have.. you know what, why don't we have spaghetti again, like we did in Paris? That brings back happy memories," I say.

Michael nods. "Sounds good."

He clicks his finger and a waiter comes to the table. "What would you like Sir, Madame?"

At least we can understand her. The waiters in Paris spoke French.

"Spaghetti bolognese to share, please," Michael says.

The waiter smiles. "Sure, and drinks?"

"Uh.. I'll have a white wine, and, what would you like, honey?" Michael asks.

"I'll just have an orange juice, please," I reply quietly.

"Coming right up," the waiter says, and walks away.

The drinks come almost immediately, and Michael pours his wine into a glass.

I start to pour mine, but Michael stops me and takes the juice, and pours it for me.

"Thanks baby, but I can do it myself," I chuckle.

"Well, I've already done it now," Michael smirks.

A few moments later, the food comes. Me and Michael each take a fork and start to eat.

"Here's to us," Michael says, raising his glass.

I lift mine, too, and we tap them together. They make a quiet clink sound, and we lower our glasses.

We carry on eating, finishing soon after.

"We need to get the bill," I say, and Michael takes out his wallet.

"No, Michael, I'll pay."

Michael lowers my purse before I've even got it fully out of my bag, and takes the money from his wallet.

"Thank you. It was lovely," he says to the man at the counter.

We leave the restaurant, and walk home.

"Now, for the best part," Michael says seductively, as we arrive back at home. He unlocks the door and we walk in.

I change into my pyjamas, but Michael keeps his shirt on. We sit on the sofa, and Michael places his arm around me.

"Today has been perfect," I say.

Michael smiles. "And now, it's about to get better."

He lowers me onto the sofa, so we're lying down, and kisses my lips passionately.

He allows me to remove his shirt, his excuse being that "He's too tired to do it himself."

It's getting intense, damn he can kiss. He ruffles my hair violently, and I stroke his back.

I feel us fall to the floor, but that doesn't stop Michael. He carries on doing what he does best, loving me perfectly.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," he whispers, unable to speak properly because of the pure pleasure he's feeling. "I love you more than anything."