Simple as that, all of Nico's dreams come true; he's going to be the guitarist of a hot band with a top selling album. It's just a matter of signing contracts now. In the meantime, however, there are a few small practical matters to clear up. The first is his apartment in Hollywood, which he hasn't seen in days, and his few possessions, most of which are crap, but his guitar, amps & pedals are in there, and if he doesn't pay rent or move out soon, he will be evicted & his stuff confiscasted. And he'd like a change of clothes...Telling Jackie about this is a touchy issue for him, he doesn't want to sound like he wants to live on her. But until he's actually earning some of his own, he is literally dependent on her. "Listen, Jackie," he finally works the nerve up to say, "I haven't been to my place in awhile," he starts. "I thought you were living with me now, Nico," Jackie interrupts him, pouting. "I mean if we're going to have this kid, you should be here..." Nico smiles at her, defusing her, "I asked you to marry me, didn't I Jackie? That's still what I want. But I have to get my stuff, my guitar & clothes at least, out of Hollywood before I get evicted, that's all." "Oh," Jackie says, "Okay then, I'll have our driver takes us into Hollywood. I've never seen your place, isn't that funny?" Nico wonders if she's ever going to give him an answer to his proposal. Not today, it would appear...so they drive out Hollywood, where Nico can finally change his clothes. And though Jackie has guitars to spare in home studio, Nico misses his own guitar, and can't resist picking it up & playing a little, a tune he's been working on for awhile.

"How much of this stuff are you going to bring home?" Jackie asks, clearly looking a bit dismayed at his furnishings. Nico laughs & tickles her. "This is why you've never seen my place, Jackie, it's a shit hole. All I want is my guitar & amp, and my clothes. Have a seat & I'll get this together & drop my key in the office. Then I'm all yours, 'K?"

Jackie can be tempermental, but Nico thinks she's gorgeous when she pouts at him. "I don't want that poster in my house," she says. Nico kisses her the way he knows she likes it. "It can stay here, then. I don't care about the poster, or any of this crap. And if you don't like my clothes, we can change that too," he laughs, "I just want my guitar, amp & pedals.." And one other thing, he doesn't tell her about. It's small & he slips it into his pocket while he's tossing his clothes into a duffel bag: his grandmother's ring, which he's had since childhood, meaning to give it someday to a very special girl, the one he would marry. He's going to give it to Jackie, but not here in his crappy old apartment.

Before too long they are back in Malibu, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather on the beach.

"Jacklyn, I asked you this the day you told me your were pregnant, and you still haven't answered," Nicolas says as he reaches into his pocket & fishes out his grandmother's ring, "More than anything, I want you to marry me, I want for us to be a real family, and I want you to have this. I know you can buy yourself more expensive jewelry, but this ring belonged to my grandmother, it means a lot to me..." Nico stops himself from going on & waits for her reply.

"Nicolas, you are so sweet," she says.

She starts to cry as she hugs him, "I love you so much, Nico," she whispers in his ear. When is she going to answer him? "Will you marry me, then?" he asks again, pushing his luck he knows, but this is too important to leave sitting. "Nicolas," she says with a sob, "When I was a kid, I don't think a day went by where I didn't have to hear how my mother's getting pregnant ruined my parents' lives. I don't want to go through that again, I don't want to get married just because I'm pregnant..."

Some actions speak louder than words: Nicolas gives Jackie everything he has in one long kiss. "Is it ruining your life, Jacklyn? The world is ours: we're in love & we can play our music. And can you imagine the incredible, beautiful child we are going to make?" he asks, kissing her neck & ears, "What else do you want, that you don't have? Don't turn this into something ugly. Because this could be really beautiful, if you let it be."