Lesson twelve: Some stories can end up happily ever after, if you let it.

Jonesy decided that it would be so romantic to take me to the park and leave Violette with his step mom. That woman was amazing.

"Can you believe in two weeks we're going to have a two year old?" Jonesy asked me. No, I couldn't, but I'm still coping with the fact that I have a kid at all.

"Oh man don't remind me…" Thank God Jen decided to arrange everything for me, since its what she was good at. Sometimes a Type A personality comes in handy!

"Nik…" Jonesy whispered, and I was gone. Sometimes I think it's crazy that after all we've been through, Jonesy still makes me swoon.

"Y-yeah?" Great now I'm stuttering.

"Let's get married. Tomorrow, nothing fancy, just a couple of schmoe's at the courthouse in jeans. I know you don't want a big fairy tale wedding, and I just want you."

"Jonesy…" his proposal was sooooo tempting, and yet I couldn't get over my fear of being Catherine of Aragon.

"Nikki what are you afraid of!" Truth was, I didn't even know.

"Okay…" I nodded, a little surprised by my own words.

"Okay?" His questioning boyish charm was almost too much.

"Yeah… yeah." I nodded, at first skeptical but then positive. "But… let's not tell anyone. Just me, you, V and the judge."

"Whatever you want." And he kissed me. And to this day I still feel fireworks.

"So… after we get married, you want to try for another baby?" Jonesy laughed, and then kissed me again.

"No!" I shouted, scaring a few ducks away.

"PSYCHE!" He shouted, and at that moment I hoped things would never ever change. Of course, eventually everything changes, but let me indulge myself in fairy tales just this once. I mean, what can it hurt?