#faye asks

"Really?" he whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "You're sure?"

"No," George sassed with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes. "I just thought it would be fun to pee on a stick and see what happened. Of course I'm sure, you idiot. I'm going to have a baby. Your baby. Probably around your birthday if my counting is right, although the doctor will know for sure and -"

Dream couldn't help himself, cutting off George's rambling with a tender kiss to his lips.

"I love you so much," Dream whispered into the small space between them after he pulled away - a space that held not just two heartbeats, but three. "Do you have any idea how happy you've made me?"

"Oh, I have an idea," George replied, chasing Dream's kiss with one of his own.

"So, you're," Dream lifted his hand to count on his fingers. "Six weeks along then?"

"Closer to eight, I think," George shrugged. "Although the doctor will know for sure. I have an appointment scheduled for tomorrow."

"And I'm taking you," Dream kissed him again, then trailed his hands down to rest on the sides of George's waist. He rubbed his thumbs across George's belly, still flat but not for long.

He couldn't wait to see that beautiful little bump - proof of the life they'd created between them.

"You know," George looked at him fondly, then covered Dream's hands with his own. "I'm probably going to be even more annoying for the next few months, what with morning sickness and pregnancy cravings and all. Are you ready for that?"

"Am I ready for that?" Dream pulled one hand away from George's belly and pressed over George's cheek. "Of course I'm ready! I mean, I might have to read up on a few things but I know some stuff from when my sister was pregnant. Like you'll need antacids. And crackers. And extra pillows to elevate your head for the first trimester so your heartburn isn't so bad, and whatever kind of food you crave, I'll get it for you."

"Even if it's pickles and ice cream?"

"Even if it's pickles and ice cream," Dream repeated, leaning in to kiss him once more. "You're carrying our child, George. And the next nine months I'm going to pamper you - both of you - like crazy."

"Well in that case," George mumbled against Dream's lips, then reluctantly pulled away. "I do have one request."

"Okay," Dream sat up on the bed, ready for whatever task George gave him. "What d'you want?"

He definitely wasn't prepared, though, for what happened next.

With flushed cheeks, George reached into the pocket of his pajama pants and pulled out - a ring?

"I know you probably wanted to do this, and you still can if you want," George said. "But I've been meaning to ask you for a while, even before I got pregnant, and now, it just feels right."

"George," Dream gasped as he looked at the ring pinched between George's shaking fingers. A simple gold band adorned with a row of tiny diamonds.

"Dream, will you marry me?"

Dream thought he couldn't be happier with the news of George's pregnancy, but this? This sent him to the moon and back.

"Yes," Dream nodded his head in excitement as George slipped the ring on his finger. "Of course I'll marry you!"

"Good then," George pulled him in for one more kiss, one that Dream sank further into with each passing second. A pregnancy and a proposal? This was the happiest day of his life.

"Anything else you wanted?" Dream asked.

"Just some more cuddles and kisses," George snuggled into Dream. "And maybe some apple slices later."

"You got it," he tipped his head and placed a lingering kiss on the top of George's head. "I love you, George."