SEBASTIAN SCROLLS through his phone rapidly, distracting me from my name book. I can't remember the five name and meanings because of him.
"What're you doing?"
He glances up at me.
"Looking at venues. I was thinkin' we could married a couple months after you have the baby. Whaddya think?"
I love the woman I proposed to.
"Uh, yeah. But I think a year might be better. Gives us more time to plan; and for me to get my figure back."
Do I love him?
"But Peaches, a year is a very long time. I was thinkin' like...three months."
Does he really love me, or was that just a comeback?
"Peaches? Babe?"
"Do you love me?"
Real subtle, Layla. Real subtle.
"Of course I love you Peaches," he says nonplussed, not batting an eyelid.
"Why else would I wanna marry you?"
"The...baby?"
He glances up
