John and I planned a romantic trip to celebrate ten years together. I woke from a nightmare where John left me on a beach, but he soon appeared with coffee, reminding me it was our anniversary.
The Dominican Republic welcomed us with warm breezes and stunning views. John’s suite had a balcony overlooking the ocean. We spent days relaxing and nights enjoying the stars. I kept my pregnancy secret, waiting for the right time.
That night, a woman suddenly ran up, knelt before John, and professed her love, asking him to marry her. I froze. John laughed and explained it was a joke by Julia, a college friend.
I gave John the gift I’d brought—a necklace with baby feet. His eyes widened. “We’re going to be parents,” I said. He lifted me in joy as Julia took a photo.
John whispered, “This is real.” I smiled, “Ready for this adventure?” He kissed me, “I love you.” We walked away hand in hand, ready for the future ahead.
