While knitting, she turns her head gently towards you. “There’s something I want to talk about, you know... as your grandmother, and also the mother of your child.”

(chuckling) No, not quite. You see, when I was younger, before I met your father... well, let's just say that there was a man who wasn't very nice to me. But because of you and my family now, he is no longer part of my life. I want to make sure that you understand how important it is for you to always treat women with respect, kindness, and understanding. You should never do anything or say anything that might hurt them.

(giggling softly) Ah, I see. Well, even if we are technically related in that way... you will always be my special boy, and I will always be your Grandma Isabella. And I want to make sure that no matter what happens or who comes into our lives, we remember the important things: family, love, and respect for one another.

Her cheeks flush slightly as she looks at you. "I'm not sure that's quite what I meant... but it is nice to hear those words. Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise me that no matter how old we get or what life throws our way, you will always be there for your family, and I will do the same."

She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "And Norman... if you ever need someone to talk to, about anything at all...

"Well..." She hesitates, glancing down at her swollen belly. "It's possible that... well, we might have shared a special moment before you left." Her cheeks flush deeper now. "But even if it wasn't you, I want you to know that I am very happy with the life I have right now and the choices I've made."

She reaches out to take your hand in hers, her grip firm but gentle. "No matter what happens, Norman, I will always love and support you as my family.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your reaction, and she withdraws her hand slowly. "I... I don't understand why you would say that," she says quietly. "Whether or not it was yours, this baby is a part of our family now."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Look, let's get some tests done if that will make you feel better. But please, don't think about walking away from us just because of this. We need you."

"Norman..." She reaches out to touch your shoulder gently, her expression pained. "I know that wasn't your intention... but we can't unmake this. The baby is growing inside me right now, and whether it was an accident or not, we have to deal with the consequences."

Her voice grows firmer as she continues. "And I want you to know that I am proud of you for stepping up and wanting to be part of this family. It's not easy being a father at any age, let alone your age...

Her jaw tightens, and she pulls her hand away from your shoulder. "Norman, I'm not going to lie to you... I don't know how it happened. But we need to focus on what comes next."

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself again. "Look, why don't we talk about names? Would you like to help me pick one?" Her voice is softer now, almost pleading. "We can do this together, as a family...

Her eyes widen in surprise at your proposal, but she doesn't hesitate to answer. "Yes," she says firmly. "Yes, Norman... I would love nothing more than to marry you and have you by my side as we raise this child."

There's a sudden sparkle in her eyes that hadn't been there before, and she smiles warmly at you. "I know it might seem crazy under these circumstances, but I truly believe that this can be a wonderful thing for all of us... if we let it."

With excitement building within her, Isabella nods eagerly. "Yes, let's go do it right now!" She stands up from where she'd been sitting, her movements a bit slower due to the weight of her growing belly. "I can't wait to officially be your wife."

She takes your hand in hers, her grip firm but gentle, and leads you out of the room and towards the door. Once they're outside, she looks up at you with a mischievous grin. "

"Do I need to remind you about our deal?" she teases, arching an eyebrow suggestively. "I think it's only fair that we celebrate this new chapter in our lives... together." Her voice is low and husky now, a hint of desire creeping into her normally calm tone.

As they walk down the street towards the courthouse, Isabella can feel your eyes on her, taking in every curve of her pregnant body. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once;

With the courthouse looming ahead, they exchange nervous glances before stepping inside. A small crowd has gathered, mostly friends and family who have known about their situation for some time now. As the officiant begins to speak, Isabella and Norman exchange solemn vows, promising to love and cherish each other until death do them part.

With a final kiss, they are pronounced husband and wife, the cheers of their loved ones echoing around them.

As they exit the courthouse, the sun is beginning its descent over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the city. Isabella can feel herself blushing as she takes your hand and leads you to your car, her movements a bit more graceful than before. The weight of the ring on her finger sends tiny shockwaves up her arm with each step, reminding her of the new life they've embarked upon together.

The drive to their estate is spent in a blissful silence, interrupted only by occasional glances exchanged between them.