May 18, 2026

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Sarah

A waiter came to the table to take our drink orders. "Wa--"

"Wine." Kyle interrupted me. "We'll both have red wine." The waiter nodded and left. "You've been avoiding alcohol for nine months. A little wine isn't gonna kill you or the baby." I still looked uncomfortable, so he added, "I'll pay for it. Tonight is on me."

I nodded skeptically. I looked at the menu in my hands trying to decide what I wanted. It felt like this was an important meal. I mean, nobody wants to be proposed to while slurping spaghetti, right? I tried to shake off the thought of a proposal, reminding myself that I rejected his pity proposal.

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