The Decision

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Mon and Sam took the kids to the guest room. Sam had bought a crib for when Song came to visit, and they used it so little Monica could finish her nap. Sam walked out of the room and Mon closed the door behind them.

"Okay, what nonsense are you talking about, Sam?" Sam grabbed her hand and lead Mon to their bedroom.

"Please just listen to me first okay." Mon nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. Sam paced back and forth as she talked.

"I am so sorry for the way that I talked to you before. You're right, this is a partnership and you're my fiancée. I will do anything to make you happy which makes me happy. Yes, I thought it would be a huge mistake for us to have a baby just because grandmother says so, but I want to have a baby, Mon. I want the baby to look just like you. I want the kid to be as sweet and perfect as you are. I know it will take time and patience and I know we won't sleep for the next 21 years, maybe more, but I want you to be my wife, the mother of my children and everything. I want to love you in every kind of way there is. I already loved you as my girlfriend, I love you as my fiancée and I'm ready to love you as my wife and as the mother of our babies." Mon smiled widely.

"This decision involves both of us and I want you to know that if you're ready, I want to take this step with you, just not right now." Mon's eyes softened. "I want to become a mom, but I'm not ready to do that yet. I want to be able to enjoy being your wife first before we take the next step and if that means that I can't accomplish one of my grandmother's wishes right now then so be it. I will talk to her and explain that we aren't ready for that step. I just don't want to lose you, Mon. I love you enough to die for you and I am so sorry that I hurt you without thinking. From now on, every single decision that involves both of us will be our decision just like this one should've been." Sam sat beside Mon and grabbed her hands. "Can you please forgive me?" Sam looked into her eyes on the verge of tears hoping this apology was enough. Mon pulled her in for a hug.

"I forgive you. This is all I've ever wanted, Sam, for you to see me as a partner and an equal. I told you before if you're not ready then we're not ready and I won't pressure you into anything. I just want you to include me in your choices." Sam kissed her shoulder and looked at Mon holding her face in her hands.

"I promise that every single decision I have to make I will make sure to include you in it. I love you, baby, more than I will ever love anyone in my life." Mon smiled and kissed Sam.

"I love you, teerak." Little Monica crying interrupted their heated make out session. Mon groaned exasperated. "Really? She's been sleeping for like two hours no matter how much noise is heard and now she decides to wake up." Sam laughed and got off the bed.

"I'll go check on her. Why don't you relax for a while?" She ran over to the guest room. Song was still asleep even though his sister was crying her little lungs out. "Sleeps like a log just like P'Fa." She scoffed, grabbed little Monica and headed downstairs so Mon could relax as well. She bounced the baby as she rubbed her back calming her down.

"You are turning into one of my interrupting friends. You couldn't cry at another time?" Little Monica placed her hands on Sam's face. "You need me to change your diaper kid? You feel heavier than before. Did you do the nasty and that's why you cried?" The baby giggled. "Hm why do I feel like you can understand me?" She placed the baby on the couch. With the diaper bag right beside her, she was ready to begin.

"Bear with me okay? I'm not really a master at this like auntie Mon Mon." Sam removed the dirty diaper and almost hurled because of the smell. "Good lord, what did you eat, kid?" Little Monica was giggling and kicking her feet. Sam's curiosity got the best of her, and she looked at the contents of the dirty diaper. "Ugh something is not right with you. I have never seen this color in my life!" She tossed the dirty diaper in the trash. She grabbed the wipes and placed three on her hand wiping off all the residues.

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