Its been three weeks since our fight, it's definitely helped us become closer. A lot was said that needed to be said and the air was cleared so to speak. Work is going good as well. Dr. Winslow has been cordial to me, I catch him glancing at the ring still on my finger and see the question in his eyes, but I pretend not to notice. Braxton doesn't want me talking to him about us and I respect him enough not to do it.

We leave next week for Georgia to meet up with his brother and parents. I've taken his birthday wish to heart and we've been trying to get pregnant. I smile, just the thought is enough to make me happy. Wedding preparations have started, the wedding is in a little over two months  from now. I have left all the planning in the very capable hands of our wedding planner Lisa Summers.

Braxton it seems won't let me off the hook completely, because we are set to go wedding dress shopping in an hour. Not that I don't want to pick out my own dress, but the thought that I only have him to go with me is heartbreaking. My sister isn't a part of my life, my grandfather has passed and Keith is working on a big project for work. I would ask Allison but she's covering my shift. I have no one and it hurts to think about it.

Pulling out a simple long navy blue dress out of the closet I take if off the hanger and slip it on. I've noticed that more and more of my clothes from my grandfathers house have shown up in the apartment. We've spent a lot of time here the last few weeks, with both of us working in the city, it just makes sense.

I hope he doesn't plan on getting rid of the house, though. There are too many memories there that I'd miss. He hasn't mentioned it, but I know the house is in his name now.

I slip on ballet flats and walk out into the living room. I notice Braxton sitting on the sofa waiting for me. "Sorry, I didn't know you were home." I apologize.

"I just got here." He says, standing up and putting his phone in his pocket. He walks over and kisses me as he wraps his arms around my body, molding me to him. "Ready?"

I shake my head no. "I don't want to go." I say, honestly. My heart not in it at the moment, not that I don't want to marry him I do.

"Why?"

"Because, I don't want to go alone and I don't want you to go with me either." I tell him, being as clear as mud but still he nods in understanding.

"Would you like my Mama to go with you?" He asks, knowingly.

"Do you think she would?" I ask, unable to keep the hopefulness out of my voice.

He smirks, "There is nothing she'd like more. How about we ask her while were in Georgia?"

I nod, feeling lighter. "I can't wait to have a family."

His arms tighten. "It will happen very soon, but my family is already yours." He says, assuringly. "Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?"

I shake my head. "I don't want to." I confess.

He chuckles. "Is there anything you do want to do today?"

"Can we go shopping?" I ask, needing retail therapy.

His eyes light up amused at my request. "Absolutely. Anything for you."

We walk around and with no destination in mind. I stop at the stores that interest me and we shop at a few watch boutiques that interest him.

Getting hungry I ask, "Food?"

He nods and we walk into a pizzeria. The smell of fresh pizza and pasta dishes make my stomach rumble. We sit and order immediately.

"What's going to happen to the house?"

"Peters house?" He asks, simply.

"Yeah, do you plan on keeping it? We haven't been spending time there and I know it's expensive and not very modern, I know you like modern." I ramble. Wanting to tell him how much it means to me, but not wanting to force him into anything.

"I haven't thought of it." He replies, honestly.

"Oh." I say, looking at the table.

"It's important to you?" He questions, trying to read me.

I nod. "Yes, I'd like to keep it. I can't imagine raising kids anywhere else."

He smirks. "We'll keep it on one condition."

I pause, hesitantly. "What?"

"Next stop is a drugstore." He replies, smirking.

I shake my head not comprehending what he wants. "And?"

"One house in exchange for one pregnancy test." He states, teasingly leaning.

I smile in agreement. "Fair enough."

"Why haven't you taken one yet?" He asks, curiously as out drinks are set in front of us.

    I don't know how to tell him, that I've never gotten anything I've ever wanted. It makes me anxious I don't want to be disappointed and I certainly don't want to let him down either. "It will be hard for me if it's negative. I want it too much, I guess it just makes me nervous."

"Charlotte, you have to know. You haven't gotten your period." He states, reaching for my hand.

I nod. "True, but I've also been though a lot. When I'm stressed it messes with my body." I tell him, too scared to be as assured as he is. I cannot let myself hope for something this big.

"Love, you worry too much." He comments, as he drops my hand and leans back as our pizza is set in down and the waiter serves us. All while Braxton stares at me lovingly. I chuckle when the waiter leaves. Feeling so foolish.

"Hurry up." I order.

He takes a bite of his food and looks up surprised. "What's the rush?"

"I want to know." I answer, seriously.

I feel my heart hammering in my chest. "You are." He states, shrugging causally.

My tense shoulders fall. "You don't know that for sure." I scold.

"I do actually. And you have a doctors appointment in two days."

My mouth falls. "Truly?"

He nods. "Yes."

"How can you be this confident?"

"He smiles, happily. "I just am. It happened the night in Greece. I guarantee it."