You asked for it. Here is the proposal bonus and pregnancy will be coming soon. Missed you all and this story. 

Also, I graduated from high school today. Consider this my present from me to you since Wattpad had been a huge part of my journey over the past four years. Love you all!

Bonus: "Bath Bomb Conversation"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean, no," Caleb all but whined into the phone and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't ticked off. This was his behaviour whenever we were in an argument. And as friends, Caleb and I got into arguments. A lot. "Meet me here."

"But I don't want to waste gas. Haven't you seen the prices? They're going up in this country, I'm not paying that much money."

I pressed a hand to my temple. "Caleb."

"I'm not wrong."

"I didn't say you were."

"You were going to."

"I really wasn't going to."

"Yes, you-"

"Meet me here. Bye." I hung up the phone, not bothering to wait for the rest of his sentence.

I held my camera back to my eye and bent down to look at Soccer. "Now you. All I need is for you to roll over on your back. Can you do that for me, bub?" Soccer made a soft sound in response, a paw reaching up towards me and I held it in my hand, pressing a kiss to his head.

He's gotten so big. When we had moved into this place, Soccer managed to break almost everything. His excitement of the new environment would end up with items smashed to pieces on the floor. I'm surprised he hasn't broken anything in a very long time. What I'm not surprised about is that he was allowed into the building despite the small dog rule.

I grabbed one of his treats, moving my hand in a way that would make him turn onto his back. When he finally did so after the fifth try I quickly got a picture, sighing in relief, "Finally." I handed him a couple before settling on the couch next to him. Tilting my head back, my eyes caught onto the frame sitting on the small table next to the large couch.

I grabbed the frame, not caring that Soccer's now huge body decided to rest on my torso as his new bed.

The picture was taken in Paris two years ago. We were supposed to go in the summer, but we went late spring instead. Toby was the one behind the camera. He's one of the two people that will tell me something embarrassing, make me turn red so I put my hands on my face. While all that was happening, Sam was smiling, one arm around me, the other trying to take my hand off my face.

The most prominent thing about this memory was that I remember exactly what Toby had said to make me mentally say 'Oh my goodness'. It was about how Sam wouldn't stop staring at me because of the tights I had bought during the visit.

Idiot.

In the picture I was holding, he was smiling. It was genuine. It was happy.

I put the frame back in place, gently moving Soccer off and making my way to the bedroom. I leapt onto the bed, my face hitting the pillows before reaching for the giant teddy bear I had received from-

Where the heck did he get me the bear from?

Home? No.

Here? No.

Was it Amsterdam? No. The only thing we got going to Amsterdam was visiting this sex museum and Caleb made a lot of penis jokes. Last time I ever let Caleb pick the place to go ever again.

My phone rang mid-thought and I picked it up without looking at the contact ID. "Caleb, if this is-"

"No, you dunce," Anmol's voice came through. "It's me."

"Easter bunny is that you?" I asked sarcastically, rolling onto my back.

I could hear her make a sound through her teeth. "Open your door."

I headed over to the door, opening it for Anmol only to see Maddy with her as well. With a bottle of wine in her hand. How lovely.

"Hi." Maddy grinned, quickly taking off her shoes and making her way over to the kitchen.

"Um," My hand found its way to the back of my neck. "I'm going to leave soon, you know that, yes?"

"Yeah, duh we're coming with you," Anmol informed me, sitting down on the couch beside Soccer.

"Caleb found extra tickets. So, it's not just the trio night. It's the," Maddy stopped before yelling out. "What's the word for six people?"

"I don't know," Anmol said when Maddy came in with the wine bottle already opened.

"Sixsome," Maddy sounded out, smiling. "It's the sixsome tonight."

"Weren't you going to spend the night with Doneil?" I asked Anmol, raising my eyebrows in confusion.

Anmol took the bottle from Maddy, ignoring the glasses Maddy had put on the table and drinking straight from it. She sighed, passing Maddy the bottle. "I'm going to end it."

"What?" Maddy and I said at the same time.

"Yeah," Anmol leaned her head on my shoulder, letting out a deep exhale. "He's just so-"

"Boring?" I couldn't help but mutter, taking the wine bottle from Maddy impulsively. This always happens whenever Maddy brings a bottle of wine over. Maddy will bring out glasses and Anmol or I don't bother and just drink straight from it. But I never drink enough to get drunk unless I really want to.

"Plain?" Maddy suggested.

"A complete square." I couldn't help but say.

"He's not a square." Anmol defended.

"Yes, he is." I laughed, drinking from the wine bottle.

"Weren't you just complaining about how boring it was having sex with him the other day and that you couldn't even-" Someone knocked on the door, cutting Maddy's sentence off. I went to open it, stepping aside to make way for my other girlfriend to enter my flat.

Audrey smiled with her perfect teeth at all of us, sitting down on the opposite couch. Her usually coily hair was straightened and she wore jeans and a yellow sweatshirt I knew I was going to have to ask where she got it from.

She reached out for the wine bottle and I handed it to her. "Why are we getting drunk or-" She inspected the wine bottle, no doubt looking at the alcohol percentage. "Or a little bit tipsy at the most before going to the game?"

"Because Anmol is going to break up with Doneil." I informed her.

"Ugh, finally!" Audrey slouched on the couch.

Anmol glared at her. "Wait, you didn't like him?"

"Honey, no one did," Audrey said, taking what looked to be a much-needed drink. "I'm being honest. He was such a bore. Always went on and on about stupid shit. I had no idea how you were interested in his personality."

Anmol looked slightly offended by Audrey's choice of words. "He's educated. I found that attractive."

"Not to mention he was definitely hot," Audrey added. "You always get the fit guys. But usually, they have substance. Good substance. Yeah, he probably had a good dick as well-"

I couldn't help but snort at my friend's comment. That was Audrey.

There was no filter when it came to her. Every little 'adventure' she had was very interesting and she made sure to tell us all about them. Even Sam. Sam and Audrey hit off quickly when we first met. Safe to say, I didn't like her at first. I found her nosy and wanting to get into everyone's business often but eventually, she grew onto me.

So when she starts talking about genitals or even anything related to sex I didn't flinch.

Audrey shot me a look. "As I was saying. He probably had a good dick. I saw the print when he showed up one morning wearing those grey sweatpants."

"Oh, my God," I mumbled.

"But like his personality was so dry. Like it was a drought type of dry. The Sahara Desert dry. I don't know what type of dry but he needs a live girl to remove that dryness and you are not getting stuck with that job, honey."

Anmol pulled her phone out and Maddy's eyes widened. "Whoa, don't do it over text!"

"I was just going to check my Instagram feed, idiot. Breathe."

"When you're over him, how about I set you up with that dude at my work?" Audrey said, looking down at her acrylic nails against her phone.

Anmol raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you sleep with him two months ago?"

"And?"

"No," Anmol said.

"Then what about that Derek guy you dated?"

"Rey, there's a reason why you said dated. Dated. Past tense. Meaning not again."

"That didn't stop you from jumping his bones last time you saw him," Maddy mumbled, taking the bottle from Audrey.

"That was six months ago. Before I started dating Doniel. And that was a moment of impulse."

"Impulse." Audrey and I said at the same time.

"Yes impulse." She repeated.

"We love impulse decisions that led to us being with our ex-boyfriends," Audrey grinned. "Over and over again whenever we see them."

Anmol took a deep breath. "Derek is a story for another day."

I looked at her. At the way she was constantly tapping at her phone screen. Like she was waiting for something. My lips parted with realization and Soccer moved beside Anmol to sit on my lap. "Derek texted you, didn't he?"

Anmol's silence was the answer I received.

"Holy shit." Maddy moved so she was sitting in front of Anmol. "What did he say?"

"Nothing," Anmol mumbled.

"Anmol," Audrey said, sitting next to Maddy.

"He just texted me hey. I replied back that's what you usually do when some texts you."

"Then?"

"He called me. We talked."

"How long?"

"Long enough." Anmol quipped, avoiding our eyes.

"Two hours?" Maddy asked.

"Nah four," I said.

We all looked at Anmol who took the bottle from my hand and took a long enough swig for our eyes to pop out of our heads. That's the thing I loved about my friends. Didn't matter how old we were getting, we could act like lovesick idiots and talk and gush about significant others so easily.

I could imagine my seventeen-year-old self barfing at this.

I tied my ombre brown hair into a high ponytail, waiting for her to talk, my hand placing itself on Soccer's dark fur. Anmol tilted her head to the side. "Um, when Maddy showed up at the flat today was when we hung up."

Maddy narrowed her eyes at Anmol. "That means you've talked to him all night."

"Until the morning." Anmol clarified.

"Dude," I said.

"We were just catching up."

"Catching up my ass," Audrey started. "You probably had like phone-"

"No, no, no, no, none of that" Anmol protested. "We just talked. I'm not cheating on Doniel like that."

"He said something, didn't he?" Maddy asked.

"He said he missed me." Anmol leaned back.

"And?" I asked.

"And I told him I missed him too. What do you guys think? That I wouldn't? He's in a completely different place am I not allowed to miss him? But it already feels like I'm stabbing Doniel in the back because I still feel something for Derek. I don't know."

"Easy. Break up with the square, get back together with the football man." Audrey clapped her hands.

"Football man isn't going to be in this city for like three months but nice try."

"Then break up with Doniel because it is clear you have no interest in him. Do what you gotta do." I told her.

I could hear someone inserting a key into the lock of the flat. My heart beat loudly in my chest because I knew Sam wouldn't be coming home until later that night so who the hell would also have the key to our-

"Hello ladies, your favourite man has arrived."

Caleb walked into our view, wiggling the keys in his hands to let me know that he had taken Sam's own right out under his nose. He ran both his hands through his wavy hair, letting out a breath, the smile still on his face.

"Any other man besides Caleb Henderson, is that you?" Maddy grinned and he moved towards her, wrapping her in a hug and raising an eyebrow at the bottle in my hand.

"Um, why are we getting drunk at these hours?"

"It's just wine," I shook it in front of his face. "Barely any alcohol in this one."

"Unfortunately," Audrey mumbled.

"Hey, bella." Caleb winked at her and she rolled her eyes at him, resting her feet on his lap. A mental reminder that Caleb and Audrey have slept together flew through my mind.

I remember the exact date he asked for my permission. It was about a month after they had met. Caleb walked into the middle of one of my classes, the one day that Audrey didn't show up and was sick. He sat down next to me silently until he whispered to me, "Do I have to ask permission to sleep with Audrey?"

I didn't even move my eyes from the projection everyone was looking at. I had leaned back in my chair and said, "You didn't ask me permission to sleep with my cousin when we were seventeen." I reminded him.

Caleb hid the smirk that crawled on his face behind his hand. "Is that a yes or a no?"

"Does she want to because that's the permission that matters."

That's when Caleb handed me his phone and my eyes almost popped out of head at the words between them on the screen. He took the phone away before I could stumble upon what I sure to be a very interesting picture. Caleb nodded, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "I have to admit. She's very straight-forward. Very attractive."

Now, after their whatever they like to call it of a relationship they were just friends plus I knew Caleb has never made a commitment to any person and he spent most his time in other countries anyway.

"Liz told me you guys are meeting tomorrow?" Caleb asked me.

"Yeah," I leaned back into the couch, resting my foot up and wishing I had a certain body to lean against.

"Big day huh?"

I waved a hand. "It's not that big a deal. They just want to check out what I can do with a camera. That's it."

"A millionaire wants to check out what you can do with your camera."

"And millionaires have other millionaire friends." Don't remind me. I was freaking out about this on the inside for the past two weeks. I had done little things here and there, but Liz was full on helping me try to get to the path of starting my own company and I was all for it. I wanted that. That was the dream but if I messed up tomorrow I didn't know what could happen.

"That way you don't ever have to worry about rent ever again." I heard Caleb say.

"She doesn't worry about it now idiot," Maddy said. "Her boyfriend is a football player. She didn't have to pay rent if she didn't want to."

"When are you guys moving to that house again?"

"When we want to," I muttered. Sam and I would go to the house whenever we wanted peace, but our lives were here. It would take a major change for us to just pack and suddenly move to another city when our lives were here.

My job. That mostly only occurs when Liz had a connection for me to take photographs at some event and usually that provided a lot of money per each event.

His job. His training.

Our friends.

Sure, our family was on the other side of the ocean but let's pretend that didn't count.

My eyes caught that image of him and I in Paris again and I focused on his face. His hair was shorter here and his green eyes were vivid as ever.

"She's smiling," I heard Maddy say. "She's thinking about her man."

I didn't even bother looking at my friends except when Audrey said, "She's looking at her future husband, wow."

"Mrs. Macy Cahill." Maddy teased.

"Can you guys not." I laughed, my face getting warm and my heartbeat speeding up at the thought of that name. Of what that name means.

Ever since university ended for those of us here, my friends have been wondering when Sam and I would get together. Marriage together.

We've been together for a little over five years. According to my dad, that was a long time for people to be together without getting married. He can't even talk. He and my mom made me before they even got married.

However, that idea of being married to Sam, let alone engaged? Doing the whole 'we're going to have kids, white picket fence relationship in that house his grandfather had left for him'? That idea left me with butterflies in my stomach. It was fear but the kind that was good for the idea of change.

I took a swig of the bottle before Caleb snatched it from me. "You're telling me you guys came here to get her tipsy with fake looking red wine? Audrey."

"I didn't bring the bottle. I came in like five minutes later. Why am I to blame?"

Caleb turned to another person, "Maddy."

"It wasn't me!" She exclaimed.

"Anmol?" He sounded in complete shock. "But Anmol is the brain of you people. This doesn't make sense."

Before my friends could get into another argument, I got up. Soccer followed me into the kitchen, his fur brushing against my leg. I put the bottle of wine in the fridge, hearing their distant chatter when my phone rang. "Yeah?" I answered.

"Where's your man?" Andrew's voice sounded a little tired on the line.

"Stadium. He has a game tonight," I informed him. "And you only called me to ask where he is?"

"Okay," Andrew drawled, and I could picture him rolling his eyes at me rhetorically questioning him. Idiot. "Where are you?"

"Wow, thanks for asking," I exclaimed dramatically. "I'm home."

There was a pause. "This is where you ask where I am."

I snorted. I haven't seen Andrew in what feels like forever but I'm happy that he drops in with a random phone call whenever he can. "Okay, where are you?"

"Out."

"Are you out with people?"

"I'm out."

"Are you out with Cathy?"

Andrew chuckled. It was that kind of laugh that was partially conceited and arrogant. It was the kind of laugh where he knew he had obtained something- or someone- or the idea of something or someone that he had pride in. "Not tonight."

"What about Eileen?" I suggested, racking through my brain of Andrew recent mentions.

"No."

"So, you're not with either them." This is surprising. Whenever I called him, they usually were right there with him. Those two names, those two girls were with Andrew a lot. Sometimes on their own with him or together with him.

Andrew sighed. "Unfortunately, no. Our arrangement has come to a...pause."

"A pause."

"Just a little one."

"What happened?"

"Cathy met someone."

"Cathy? Cathy the-relationships are not my strong suit, I'm better off alone-that Cathy met someone?"

"Yeah." Andrew sounded a little bitter. His bitter tone was not surprising.

"Oh."

He probably ran a hand through his hair right now. "She'll be back." This would be the part where he's thinking to himself and then he says, 'they always come back'.

Thank God he didn't say that.

"And how do you know that?" I had to ask.

"It's Cathy. I give her a week. She always comes back." There it is.

I love Andrew as much as I loved my not so little brother (Justin almost towers over me at almost 19 years old. It's weird calling him little despite our age difference). Andrew told me everything and I told him everything as well. But about two years ago when Andrew and I were finally in the same place at the same time, on the same side of the world he decided to ask me this question.

"Is polygamy really that illegal?"

Those exact words came out of his mouth. The way he even structured the sentence sent my head spinning.

I told him a big fat. "Yes." And he proceeded to continue eating the pasta on his plate like he had just told me it was sunny