You woke up one morning, your boyfriend, Peter, still asleep next to you. Careful not to wake him, you got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. You were wearing some loose sweatpants and one of his shirts.

Last night you hadn't felt the best, so Peter let you wear his shirt to ankle you feel better. It was a clean, unworn one of course. You decided to make breakfast, feeling much better than you did last night.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, stopping you in your tracks. "Why are you so happy?" You ask Peter, recognizing the arms and the body that was pressed against yours.

"I just realized how deeply I am in love with you and it's amazing." Peter muttered, carefully picking you up bridal style. He set you down on the bed, quickly running over to shut the stove off.

"Awe, Peter." You mumble as he kisses you.

"If you don't believe me I'll prove it to you. I'll fly us to Paris, France. To the Eiffel Tower. We will have a date there." Peter said, kissing you again.

"I believe you, but I'll take you up in that date." You say, getting up to finish breakfast. But not before another quick kiss.

That night the two of you went to Paris. Peter managed to reserve the top level for your date. You were never find of heights, but something about being with Peter made it better.

"Y/N, you love me right?" Peter asked, randomly and out of no where.

"Of course I love you." You say, holding his hands.

"I'm glad to hear that because," Peter started, getting down in one knee and pulling out a box with a ring inside. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes. YES!" You scream getting happy. "Oh wait till we can tell our kids about this."

"You're already thinking about kids?" Peter asked, forgetting about the engagement for a minute.

"We are going to have to." You say, putting the ring on your finger.

"Why are we going to have to.....?" Peter asked, oblivious.

"Because Peter, I'm pregnant. And now we're engaged. This is a great night!" You exclaim, hugging him.

"I'm going to be a father?" He asked, shock in his face. You nod.

"And a married man. Oh my god I can't wait for either!" You yell, hugging him again.

"Oh my god!" Peter screamed, the news finally sinking in. "I get to be a father! I get to be married to the love of my life!"

"And I got to be a mother. And I get to be married to the love of my life." You say, kissing him.

"Good. Our life is set. And it's beautiful."