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45 Minutes Later . . .
11:30pm
After dancing, again, to different types of music, and making-out for the 20th time, we met up with Frankie.

"Hey, how's the honeymoon?" Frankie asked, after Nick and I's major make-out session.
"Oh, great," I said, breathless. "No word's to describe it."
"Yeah," Nick added, "amazing."
Frankie laughed. "Any kids on the way?"
Nick and I looked at each other. "We're working on it," I told Frankie, nodding my head.
"Um, yeah," Nick agreed.
"Whatever, guys," Frankie said, walking away.
As soon as he left, Nick and I made-out like crazy again.

4 Hours Later . . .
3:30am
Nick and I decided to go home. We weren't drunk . . . honest! I dropped my bag on the living room chair, and Nick twirled me around, kissing my lips. Nick carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed, stripping me off of my clothes.

"Mmm, Nicky," I moaned. "Nicky, no . . . . no, Nicky," I stopped him.
"But, baby, . . .," Nick whined.
"Nicky, no," I told him in a serious tone.
"But, Ally," he told me softly, "I wanna make a baby."
I paused. What did he say? I looked into his light blue eyes. "What did you say?" I whispered.
"I wanna a baby, Ally," he repeated. "I wanna make Kryssie."
I gasped. "Oh, my God," I thought. "Nicky, a-are you sure?"
"Only if you wanna, babygirl. I can wait," he replied simply.
I looked into the piercing, blue eyes again, tears appearing in my eyes. I smiled as Nick did the same.
He rubbed his nose against mine. "Please, babygirl," he begged.
I smiled, nodding my head. "Let's make Kryssie."

Throughout the night, Nick and I made love. To me, it was different for all the other times we did. This night was important . . . This night, Nick and I were hoping to make a baby and become the parents of Krystal Sky Carter.