John and I were celebrating our 10th anniversary in paradise. As we strolled hand in hand along the beach at sunset, a figure emerged, sprinting toward us. The woman, in a white swimsuit, dropped to her knees before John, shouting, “John! You’re the love of my life. Marry me!”
I froze, the world spinning. John’s face turned pale before he burst into laughter. He helped her up, hugging her tightly. “Julia, you couldn’t have picked a better time?”
Tears stung my eyes. “John, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice trembling.
John turned to me, apologizing quickly. “Rosa, this is Julia, an old college friend. She’s always promised to prank me after I embarrassed her in a theater class.”
Julia laughed, confirming the story. My body relaxed, relief washing over me.
With a laugh, I revealed my own surprise—a delicate locket in the shape of baby feet. “I’m pregnant!”
John’s joy was indescribable. We embraced, the setting sun our backdrop, as we looked forward to the next chapter of our lives, now as parents.
