The Diamond Ring

My hand was reaching out for Beatrice to take it. I wanted to slow dance with her. 

Beatrice looks beautiful as always! She is wearing a short gold dress with sparkles that show a lot of cleavage. 

She is a tall young woman about my height, 5’5. 

The suit I was wearing, she bought me for Christmas. Beatrice was expecting me and wanted me to promise that I would always stay with her. 

It was the truth and a forever promise.

After dancing to the beautiful and slow music, we took a few shots of Whiskey. 

The taste in our mouths was so good as I felt the bitter taste rushing down my throat before I was able to exhale it all out. 

We both had a great time.

Beatrice drove me afterwards to her home and she wanted to do it, right then and there. I shook my head carefully as we had been dating for two years and we were definitely ready to kick it up a notch. 

She unbuttoned my suit carefully. It turned me on completely, and I noticed my heart rate started to rise, it made me happy and excited. 

Not even with a blink of an eye, I was below Beatrice and she was on top of me trying to fuck me. She took off her underwear and Victoria’s Secret bra quickly. 

She enjoyed it, I grabbed her giant tit and tried getting her pregnant, as we dreamed of having a baby girl. It was a great experience for us both. 

A few hours later, I thanked Beatrice for the moment and as she was a great host. 

When I arrived at home, it was getting super late and I was exhausted. 

I started washing up to get ready for bed. It felt like Beatrice was there as she began texting me flirty messages until I was able to fall asleep. 

I felt so loved and I felt my mouth producing more saliva than normal. 

Minutes later, I was fast asleep and felt excited to see Beatrice in the morning. 

I was able to sleep in until 10 am which never happened before. I got spammed with calls from Beatrice who wanted to come over.

I wasn’t super tired, but at the same time, I wanted to be alone, especially in the morning as I had no motivation to do anything. 

At this point, I really didn’t know how to say that to Beatrice. If I said something like I wanted to be alone, she may break up with me and say that it isn’t like me and I always want to hang out with her. 

I began to really struggle with what to say and it was stressful. I found it even more stressful to text her versing just hanging out with her today.

I sent the text just saying the simple, “I don’t feel well.”

Beatrice then asked if she can come by tomorrow, mentioning how important it was. A promise is a promise and I agreed.

I started to take the day as a rest and went back to bed hoping nothing bad would happen to us.

I put on my comfy pijamas so I can feel nice and tired with a cup of warm tea to make me fall asleep. When my head hit my pillow, I was out right away. 

10 hours later..

My mood was a bit better today. It was early in the morning around 4am and I was starving. I had a really good sleep and felt bad for Beatrice. I thought I was being a real bitch to her. Due to that, when she woke up at 7am, I drove to her place and booked a fancy breakfast for us at a restaurant. 

The joy I felt, and the happiness she was feeling to see me melted us both. She kissed me on the cheek and that made me blush. Leona’s Diner had a huge lineup and I couldn’t even book a reservation, even though they expected us. 

This time, we got there and were standing waiting to be served. Kristen the general manager, mentioned they were low staff today and that we will be on the waitlist, they will call Beatrice when our table is ready. 

It’s a table for two, what can you expect? How much time does it take to get a table for two ready?

We left the restaurant and waited in the car. Beatrice mentioned, “I got a text, our table will be ready in 5 minutes.”

I was excited, that isn’t too long! 

My car was stuck in a puddle filled with water from the rain, and it was difficult to get it out. It felt as if it would take more time to take it out than to wait for our table, so we didn’t want to rush it. 

“Let’s deal with it later, our table is ready.” Beatrice pulled me to the door of Leona’s Diner. 

It turned out that Kristen was our server, and wanted to make our experience pleasurable. She brought us to our table, bread was already there and ready, fresh out of the oven, as she expected us five seconds after she texted. 

“We are definitely giving her a big tip.” I smiled at Beatrice. 

Kristen was fast and consistent, she read our minds. We wanted to share the beef lasagna, and it was a huge portion. 

It didn’t take us long to eat, Kristen was wonderful and we thanked her for her service. I gave Kristen a fifteen dollar tip and Beatrice wanted to talk about something she wanted to talk to me about, that’s supposed an emergency, in the car.

“I’m pregnant.” Beatrice started sobbing. 

I tried my best to comfort her, but I knew I couldn’t do much.

“Call someone, I need help.” Beatrice was moaning in pain, after she ate she felt this way and she kept feeling worse. 

“I feel kicking.”

I called someone right away, and we rushed to the hospital.

I wanted to give her an unexpected gift, but it wasn’t the right time. 

At the hospital, she was giving birth and was waiting for a nurse to help.

“Beatrice, when you are out and feeling better, will you marry me?”

I dropped the diamond ring and left to go get the nurse.