Chapter Eleven : Let's Marry

"I love you not only for what you are,

but for what I am when I am with you."

- Roy Croft

Amelia's POV

Mr. Cartwright brought me into a small diner that was a few blocks away from my apartment. It was a small diner but the atmosphere of the diner was quite warm and cozy.

The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes was lingering in the air making my stomach grumble.

My cheeks heat up hearing the grumbling sound, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip in embarrassment. I looked at Mr. Cartwright who was looking at me with amusement. There was a mischief glint behind those blue piercing eyes which made me squirm in nervousness.

"Look like, you're really hungry. Come let's find a seat." He said, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

I didn't say anything just followed him behind. There were not many people so a lot of tables were empty. Yet he went to the table which was at the end of the diner, at the corner. I didn't mind though, because it was a perfect place to talk as there were not many people around the table.

We sat down facing each other, a waitress came to our table to take our order. The waitress greeted us extra cheerfully, I smiled at her politely. But she didn't care much about me because she was busy looking at Mr. Cartwright seductively all the while.

Even though the waitress is young and beautiful yet he didn't even bother to look at her for once. He just concentrated on the menu and ordered.

Well, for some unknown reason, I felt good seeing that. I don't know why though!

After taking our order, the waitress left from there with disappointment. I was a little happy seeing that because the waitress didn't even look at me while taking orders. She was too busy ogling at him.

"Why are you smiling?" I looked at Mr. Cartwright hearing his question, he raised his eyebrows at me suspiciously.

"Hmm— nothing! So what you wanted to talk about?" I asked looking at Mr. Cartwright as I sipped my water.

"Let's marry." He said casually.

The water spurted out of my mouth as I started to cough vigorously. I tried to calm myself but I couldn't, Mr. Cartwright became tense seeing me.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

He quickly got up and came to me. He started to rub my back gently. It took me a few minutes to calm down.

It rubbed my chest and try to regulate my breath. I let out a small sigh of relief.

"Are you okay now?" He asked looking at me.

"Are you crazy?" I asked angrily, "How could you say something like that so casually?" I accused, pointing my index finger at him.

I knew I was fuming in anger but I can't help it. How can he behave so casually about marriage?

"O--okay! Calm down, it's my mistake," Mr. Cartwright apologized as he sat down in front of me, "See, I just don't know anything about dating, proposing all. So, I thought to keep it normal. Moreover, it's not like I love you so there's no point in bending down with a ring and proposing," I rolled my eyes at his explanation, "But I didn't mean to catch you off guard."

Before I can say something, the waitress came to our table. I kept my mouth shut as the waitress placed our plates on the table. But all the while, I was glaring at him.

If looks could kill one, then he would have been dead by now.

He said he didn't mean to catch me off guard but I didn't know he was so thoughtless. How can someone like him be so thoughtless?

Of course, he didn't date. But the guy surely lacks in the department of good behavior.

After placing the food, the waitress left the second time with disappointment. Because this time also, Mr. Cartwright totally ignored her.

Well serves you right!

Ignoring Mr. Cartwright, I concentrated on my food. All my worries and anger vanished in thin air seeing pancakes in front of me with choco-chip and chocolate syrup. My mouth started watering. So, I quickly grabbed a fork and put the syrup on the pancakes, and started eating.

Delicious!

I moaned in delight relishing the taste of pancakes.

"You're going to eat all this alone," Mr. Cartwright asked looking at me curiously. I looked down at the plate, I had ordered three pancakes with choco-chip and chocolate syrup and a small chocolate pastry.

Well, I love chocolates. But due to my pregnancy, my chocolate cravings increased a lot.

"Yeah, I ordered them then I will only eat them. I'm not going to share them with you, you can go bring yourself," I said taking another bite.

"No, I'm just surprised. I thought girls don't eat so much." He replied nonchalantly while shrugging his shoulder as he took a bite of his food.

He also did order the same pancakes but he's eating the pancakes with maple syrup.

"Either you hang out with those dieting queens who don't know how to eat or those who want to show that they don't like to show how much they eat because they're conscious. Because it's not ladylike." I said the last line in a mocking tone, but Mr. Cartwright didn't look offended.

In fact, he laughed upon hearing that. A good and contagious laugh, which made my heart flattered. I also smiled at him.

"By the way, I'm eating for two if you remember. So, I don't think it's too much for two people." I added, at last, he nodded his head in understanding.

Due to this delicious food, I literally forget about my anger. And that time, I was hungry so I couldn't think or talk properly. Now, I'm a little bit calm, so I thought to talk calmly.

Because anger does not help us anyway. It just destroys everything. Yeah, it's important to have all kinds of emotions, after all those emotions make us human. But anger--- it's a vulnerable emotion. It makes us mess, so I try to control my emotions as much as I can.

"Well, I'm curious!"

"Curious about what?"

"Yesterday you're being a jerk--" He looked me at being surprised as I called him to jerk openly but he didn't say anything, "--was telling me all the rubbishes. Now you're here asking me to marry you. Why? I mean it's not like you suddenly started to believe that this is your baby." I questioned his sudden change of behavior.

'Well, I still don't believe what you said yesterday," he replied.

"Then? Why this sudden marriage proposal?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"If what you said is true, then it would be the right thing to do. But before that I need you to do a DNA test to prove that the child is mine," he said in a demanding voice.

I let out a heavy sigh, "If a DNA test is the thing you want we can do it. As for the marriage proposal, my answer is no."

"And why is that?"