:: JJ's POV ::

"Marry me." That proposal didn't exactly go the way I wanted to or the way I had planned it would.

Emma's green eyes were piercing through me, like she was studying my face to wait for the part I told her I was just kidding; but it wasn't coming. I can certainly say I wasn't expecting to hear I was going to be a father tonight and judging by my words she was not expecting for me to ask her to become my Mrs.

"No." She shook her head, her voice shaking with emotion as she looked at me, "I'm not going to marry you just because we're having a baby. You don't need to marry me just because I'm pregnant."

She turned away from me as she wiped the tears from her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed holding her head in her hands. That was definitely not the way I planned things. I felt awful that she would assume the only reason I'd ask her to marry me was because she was carrying my child. That was far from the case.

"Emma..." She slowly looked up at me as I reached into my pocket removing the black velvet box I had been carrying around for weeks, "I have been waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask, I thought tonight was it and that was before I even knew you were pregnant."

Once again her eyes studied mine as she tried to figure out if this was really happening. Honestly, I was trying to figure that out myself. This had nothing to do with her being pregnant, this was something I had been planning for weeks, and this was how I wanted to end my football season. I took a few steps forward and opened the black velvet box before kneeling in front of her.

"You have shown me what love feels like and for that I am so thankful. You are everything I could ever need and I thank God for you every day, for your love and support, for being my best friend but mostly, for being the love of my life. You are the answer to any prayer I've ever had and I never knew how incomplete I was until I met you. I fell in love with you the moment I laid my eyes on you..." I paused briefly, my emotions were over taking me and I needed a moment to choke out the rest of my words, "I choose you, every day for the rest of my life... Please baby, tell me you'll marry me..."

There was no use; it was safe to say I was emotional. I fought the tears as Emma's arms wrapped around my neck, her lips crashing into mine. She kissed me like she never had before, as if she was suffocating and I was her only hope for air. Emma and Noah had quickly become my entire world; I needed them more than I needed football. When I realized that, that's when I knew that Emma was the woman I was meant to spend my life with; in that moment I knew that football was no longer my first priority. Don't get me wrong, football is still very much a huge part of my life, of our lives, and I know that Emma would never ask me to choose between her and football but if playing were to ever mean I couldn't have Emma... I'd hang up the helmet in a heartbeat.

"I'll marry you." She smiled against my lips as I held her small body close to me, I just needed to feel her near me.

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:: Emma's POV ::

My eyes opened slowly as the sun peaked through the hotel curtains we had failed to close completely the night before, its beams lighting up the room. I looked up at JJ who was still peacefully sleeping, I nuzzled closer into his side as my hand rested on his chest. My hand that was now home to an incredibly beautiful and very large Harry Winston diamond ring; I must say he did well. My fingertips gently raked over his skin and in turn I felt his lips on my forehead as his fingertips grazed over my bare back.

"Are we really having a baby?" His sleepy voice broke the comfortable silence that was lingering between us, "Or was I dreaming?"

"You were not dreaming." I smirked as I kissed his chest.

"Oh my God." He laughed softly as I looked up at him, a smile on my face, "I scored a baby and a wife in one day.... I definitely should've won MVP."

We both broke out in laughter at his early morning joke; it was funny and actually pretty cute. But he was definitely my MVP; there was no doubt about that.

"You'll always be my MVP." My laughter faded as I played with his fingers before intertwining mine with his. I loved the way my hand felt in his, "What do you want?"

"You..." He kissed my neck softly his stubble tickling against my skin.

"That's not what I meant." I giggled, "I meant a girl or a boy?"

He grew quiet for a moment as he thought about it. I listened to his heart beat as I rested my head against his chest, his rhythmic breathing more than comforting to me. It was my favorite way to fall asleep and I hate the nights I had to sleep without him, those nights were always so restless for me.

"A boy." He finally answered, "It'll be better for my health."

"Better for your health?" I looked up at him quizzically.

"Yeah." He nodded, "Well, actually it's probably better for the health of any boy that were to come within five feet of my little girl."

A smile spread across my face, that was probably one of the sweetest things I had ever heard and it was exactly why I knew JJ would be the best father on the planet. He was right though, with a big brother like Noah and a daddy like JJ, our little girl would be under lock and key until she was thirty.

"What do you want?" His fingers ran through my hair as he questioned me.

"More than anything..." I began, "a happy, healthy baby."

I thought about his question for a moment and in so many ways I thought I had my mind made up about what I wanted.

"Of course a huge part of me wants a little girl that I can dress in tutus and headbands and oversized bows. A little daddy's girl..." I felt him laugh at the thoughts as I smiled against his chest, "But the other part of me wants a little boy that totally idolizes his daddy. I see the way Noah looks at you and the way you are with him... you're his hero and for that reason alone, you're my hero."

Noah so much wanted to be JJ's mini me and it was something that was so heartwarming to anyone that was able to witness it. At the end of the day, I didn't care if we were having a little girl or a little boy because I knew that they were going to have a daddy that was going to love him or her with his whole heart.

JJ's body moved beneath me as he rolled himself on top of me, pinning me between his arms as his eyes met mine. It was so easy to get lost in his eyes. He brought his head down kissing my lips as he made a trail of soft wet kisses down my neck.

"I love you." He whispered, his lips grazing my skin, the feel of his breath sending a chill down my spine.

My eyes closed as I got lost in the euphoric feeling of his lips on my skin. I could never get enough of him; it didn't matter how many times a day we were intimate. It was never enough. I always craved to be closer to him; I always wanted more of him. In those moments we made love, we connected like I never knew two people could. Or maybe I just wasn't used to ever being intimate with a man I love the way I love JJ. Everything was different with him, and I couldn't be happier. He was everything.