It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Alejandro and Heather went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Alejandro hit Heather in her cheek with a big happytastic iceball. It hurt a lot, but Alejandro kissed it sadly and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really cheerful snow man!" Alejandro said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Heather said. "That would be madami wonderous and politically correct."

"I know," Alejandro said. "We can make a snow kitten. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."...

"Your bellybutton popped," Alejandro smirked, running his finger over my protruding navel.


I looked down at my stomach, "Oh my gosh, when did that happen?"


"I don't know, but it's cute on you."


He reached over to my lips and kissed me.


"We should really start thinking about a birth plan," He said.


A what?


"A what?" I asked.


"A birth plan, what you're planning on doing after you go into labor, the method, any medications, those things."


"Um, what's the plan where they just rip the baby out of me?"


"That's a C-section."


"I’m not sure what I want right now. Right now, I like the idea of that. Do you know...

~A Proposal Only You Can Make~

Heather was sitting in a tree, looking in the sky. [i]How could he say I'm not too young to get married? I'm almost 17, but that doesn't mean I-[i]
"Heather?" Alejandro stood below the tree, looking up at her.
"What do you want, Al?"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing! I'm really pissed!"
"Oh, are you? Well, maybe this will make you feel better."
Alejandro smiled at his girl, ready to posistion himself when Heather cut in.
"Is this supposed to be a surprise?" She asked.
"Uh, yes! A surprise! But can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"How would you like to-"
"Can I come down first?"...