You ever have a moment where you feel all is right with the world? A moment where you forget about the past and don't worry about the future? A moment that you can just be present and at peace because in this one moment you are... happy?

For me, this is that moment. Here is good, very good. My smile grows in contentment as I look down at the sleeping form of Cat Fischer, my now fiancée. Her head is on my chest. I feel her breath caress my skin. Her arm is lazily resting across my midsection, while her leg is casually thrown over mine. She has me cuddled up like her favorite stuffed bear.

I don't know how I got this lucky to have this beautiful, smart, and sexy woman by my side. However, right now I'm just grateful that she is. I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head and she nuzzles against me, stirring only slightly, and I chuckle.

She doesn't want to move and honestly neither do I, but another day beckons.

"Cat? Caaaat?"... Nothing. She is not budging. She just snuggles in a little more and I wrap my arms around her and feel her smile against my chest.

"You're not fooling anyone. You know that, don't you?"

"I don't want to get up. I want to stay here, right here with you," she whines. "Can't we just forget the rest of the world exists for a little while?"

My mouth turns up at the corner, and I shake my head at her. "The problem with that Cat is I really have no willpower to fight you, but you, unlike me, have a grade point average you need to keep up."

"Uhhhh!" she groans and rolls over onto her back and contemplates the ceiling. "Sometimes life is so unfair."

I roll to my side and kiss her cheek. "Why don't I make breakfast this morning? So you can take your time getting ready."

She turns her head and looks at me, she still looks tired and I know I'm partially to blame and it's hard not to feel guilty although she's told me a million times that she doesn't care but I think something needs to change.

"Okay," she concedes. I kiss her again and then her belly, and she laughs at me as she runs her fingers through my hair.

"Good morning, little one," I whisper against her skin, before hopping out of bed.

Her eyes don't leave me as I move about the room and get dressed. I don't know how she does it, but she can turn me on with just a look. I let out a slow sigh. "Cat, you keep looking at me like that and you're going to miss ALL your morning classes."

Cat giggles. "Then you need to work on looking less attractive because you are far too distracting. Eat some donuts or something, will you? It's not fair I'm the only one gaining weight."

I mess up my hair and half untuck my shirt ... "This better."

"No, now you just look like you usually do right after I kiss you."

I laugh hard at this because she's right. I probably do because she loves to play with my hair when she kisses me and untucks my shirt so she can touch my skin because she knows it drives me wild. I fix my clothes and finger comb my hair.

"Fine. I'm just going to leave the room so you have no more excuses to stay in bed."

She lets out a long audible sigh. "If you must." She finally gets out of bed. I go to walk past her and she takes hold of my wrist and pulls me towards her.

She grabs my face and kisses me and I melt as she runs her fingers through my hair, but when she starts to untuck my shirt, I gently push her hands away.

"Cat," I chuckle. "We will not make it to class if you keep this up."

She sighs and shrugs, laughing as I now look exactly like I did before. "Fine," she says with a wave of her hand. "Off with you," but then she stretches in front of me, purposely arching her back, knowing the movement shows off her chest.

I grab ahold of her and she squeals. "You are an evil woman." I let my lips glide over hers and down her neck until I feel her shiver and she becomes putty in my hands. I pick her up and carry her over to the bathroom. I deposit her gently in the room, blow her a kiss, and shut the door.

"No, FAIR!" I hear her yell at me.

"Desperate times and all of that," I yell back, and I hear her giggle.

I can't stop smiling as I make us a delicious breakfast of cheese omelets, bacon, and coffee, decaf of course for her. I sprung for one of those coffee pod coffee makers so we could make it by the cup. I half thought of showing support by switching to decaf myself for like a half a second and then thought it easier to spend a hundred bucks for the coffeemaker.

She comes out wearing a cute spring dress, with capped sleeves. It flares out right above her knees. Just the slightest bump shows when she sits down, discernible to me, but I doubt anyone else would ever notice she is pregnant.

I hand her the half and half for her coffee. "We got the ultrasound today, don't forget."

"That's right, and more blood tests, yay!"

It was hard to miss the sarcasm in her voice.

"This should be a cakewalk for you. You know how many times we've done this so far."

"This is true, but I'm getting a little anxious. I just want this little one to get here, you know? I've only made it past my first trimester."

I grab her hand and smile. "I know. Me too."

She looks hesitant for a moment and I wonder what's up. She's been doing this a lot lately, like there are things she wants to say, but keeps putting it off for reasons unknown.

I decide to go the direct route. "What's going on? What do you want to say?"

Her brows draw together as she presses her lips into a fine line. "Okay," she says, turning her stool towards me. "I was wondering if it would be okay if I brought some of my things from storage to the apartment."

I feel relieved it is something so simple. "Yeah, sure. This is our place now, Cat, so you should have some of your things here too."

"Really?" She looks so hesitant. "I just know it's been your space for so long and I've already taken over a good portion of your closet."

"By good portion, you meant the entire closet, right?" I grin and she smacks me.

"You know what I mean."

"I do, and I think it'll be great. So, bring whatever you like. I'm sure we can make it work."

"Thank you," she kisses my cheek and I smile.

"You're welcome." And that easily, we were back to breakfast. We cleared the dishes, collect our bags, and it was off to class.

I love traveling in the morning with Cat. It's really the last time I get to see her during the day, as we have completely different class schedules. I hold her hand and toy with her ring as we ride the bus together. I love seeing it on her hand. Knowing I have that one little symbol that she's mine.

I want to talk to her about wedding plans, but I know she's got a lot on her plate right now. So, I've been taking her lead and letting her call the shots. There's no need to rush as I'm in for the long haul and don't plan on going anywhere.

She gives me a kiss before we part ways and I can't wait until we are back together again.

Third period I see William. "Hey!" I say, giving him our signature bro hug.

"So you and Cat set a date yet?"

I can see he's not going to waste any time. He usually starts the week off with this question. "No, I told you, like, a thousand times, that I'm going to let Cat set the date. I don't want to pressure her. She's got a lot going on with school, keeping up her GPA, the baby. What's the rush, anyway?"

"I don't know. I just think it's strange is all. I would have thought Cat would want to get married before the baby gets here to avoid the whole unwed mother thing. She's always struck me as a traditional kind of girl. You two haven't been fighting, have you?"

"Fighting?!" I scoff at this. "You're crazy. The woman barely lets me get out of bed in the morning."

William cringes. "Too much information."

I laugh, and then I frown, as it's not like William to jump to conclusions. He usually has just cause. Why would he think we were fighting?

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, I noticed she stopped wearing your ring to school."

"What are you talking about? She had it on this morning when we were on the bus."

William's look of concern now matched my own. He made a "meh" face. "Maybe I was wrong," he says, but that didn't reassure me as I've known William to be very observant, annoyingly so sometimes.

"Yeah," I say, but now a seed has been implanted in my brain and it's growing. Did she lose it? Did she take it off in the restroom to wash her hands and forgot to put it back on? Why wouldn't she be wearing my ring? I rush home after class to see for myself.

Cat comes in and I immediately pull her towards me, lacing my fingers with hers and she's wearing it, she's wearing the ring. William was wrong. I pressed her back against the door, lifting her arms above her head, and kiss her. When I pull away, she smirks before saying, "Well hello to you too."

"Sorry, I just really missed you today."

"I missed you too."

"I'm going to make a quick bite to eat and then we can head out to the ultrasound."

Pulling her towards me and wrapping my arms around her, I offer, "Why don't you grab yourself a quick snack and I'll spring for takeout tonight?"

"You sure? You already made breakfast, we eat lunch in school and now if you take care of dinner I feel guilty that I'm not keeping up my end of our bargain."

"Our bargain?" I say, shocked by the idea. "Cat, you're not my roommate. You're my fiancé."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't keep up with what I'm expected to do."

I look at her like she has six heads. "Expected to do? I don't expect you to do anything. If you make a meal or clean up the apartment or do the laundry... I'm grateful, I'm happy, but I'm not expecting you to do it like it's your responsibility or something."

"Oh," was all she says in response, and she had a weird look on her face like she's not sure what to make of this newly imparted information.

"I load the dishwasher and take out the trash, right?"

"Most of the time."

"Exactly. Do you expect me to take out the trash and load the dishwasher every night?"

"No, it's not your job to do that."

I raise my eyebrows at her, thinking I can't explain things better than that.

"But it's different. We made a deal. I don't contribute to the rent because I buy the food and cook the meals. You still pay the rent," she says, mimicking my raised eyebrow look.

"So because I pay the rent you think you have to or I expect you to cook all the time?"

She shrugs and shakes her head yes.

"I guess I can see where you would see that, but is it so wrong to want to treat my girl to dinner? To give her a night off so she can just relax if she wants?"

Cat smiles at me. "No. No, it's not."

"Good, then go grab a snack and we'll get going to the hospital."

"Okay," she concedes. "I'm so looking forward to seeing the baby again."

"That makes two of us."