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month. Well, not discipline spanked anyways. Why am I the one being disciplined right now anyway?
    I stomp my foot and cross my arms. No. I will not be punished when I didn’t do anything wrong. 
    Dylan’s attitude and look immediately soften and he lets out a sigh and starts to chuckle while he rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the floor. 
    “Look, I really don’t want to fight with you. I just can’t…. I can’t…” he trails off and doesn’t finish his sentence.  “If you don’t want me to call you that, I won’t,” he says with furrowed eyebrows, but he there’s something in the way he says it that makes me suspect there’s more to what’s going on than he’s admitting to.
    Then he looks at me and looks down at the ring and has this look of… what? Regret? Oh my God . That’s what this is about. His mood totally changed after he asked me to marry him.  He doesn’t really want to marry me. Why the hell did he ask then? I’ve never led him to believe that’s what I wanted.
    “Do you want it back?” I ask him.
    “What?”
    I hold my hand out to him. “The ring. Do you want it back?”
    Dylan looks offended. “What the fuck, Isa.”
    “Do you?”
    “No.”
    “Are you sure? I won’t hold it against you if you d o.” Of course, I would, but I won’t tell him that.
    Dylan sighs and shakes his head. “Why would you ask that?”
    “Because of the way you’re acting. Ever since you gave it to me you’ve been moody and then the slut thing… and… you just act as though you regret giving it to me.”
    He walks over to me and hugs me tight ly. “Do you love me, Isabel?” he asks holding my face. The look on his face is cheerless and gloomy.
    “ You know I love you.”
    “Would you love me no matter what? Would you do anything for me? Anything? ”
    Where’s he g oing with this? “Yes, of course,” I assure, because I really would do anything for him and love him no matter what.
    “Then say yes. Say you’ll marry me right now. Tonight.”
    What the hell? Is he serious?  All I can muster out is, “Dylan…where?”
    “Vegas. We can fly out tonight before the weather gets bad. Let’s do it, baby. Say yes.”
    Holy panic mode. Right now? I feel light-headed and as though I’m going to faint. Why is he being so persistent with this?  Things have been so good between us. I mean, yes, we’ve had our problems, but every new relationship does. Getting used to his possessiveness and domineering way has taken some getting used to as well, but getting married?
    “I need some air, Dylan, ” I tell him and he looks irritated as I head out for the balcony.  When I get outside the cold winter air shocks my system back to reality.  He really wants to marry me. I love him so much, so what’s my hesitation? He’s always given me everything I ever wanted, and not just material things, but love, acceptance and security. He’s helped me to learn to like myself. Even if I struggle daily with my self-esteem, he always reassures me that I’m beautiful, smart and talented. I deserve him. I know I do. Of course I will marry him. I would be crazy not to. So, yes, I will marry him. Right now. Tonight .
    I head back inside with new purpose, but Dylan is no longer in the kitchen. I find him in his study sitting at his desk looking over paperwork again.  He looks up at me and seems less enthusiastic as before. I start to tell him that I will marry him, but he cuts me off before I have a chance to say yes.
    “Never mind, Isa. It was silly and romantic of me to think that we should get married so soon, so forget I asked,” he says casually.
    What the stink ? Okay then. I guess I blew that. I suddenly feel like crying so I leave the office and head back to find my keys. I don’t know what’s gotten into Dylan today, but I need to leave. After a few minutes of trying to find my keys I give up and call a cab. Then I quietly grab my coat and bag and sneak out. I know Dylan will be pissed