Me and my tiny dancer

Pottering about our bedroom, I noticed my partner Dean across the room, fidgeting and nervous. We’d been out for a meal and, 26 weeks pregnant, we were back home getting ready for bed. Suddenly, Dean, then 22, was down on one knee, presenting me with a gorgeous silver ring, with a solitaire diamond. ‘Marry me?’ he asked. I beamed, my hands flying to my bump. ‘Yes!’ I said, thrilled. ‘We’ll have our own little ring bearer page, too.’ Such a special moment. But our future was more uncertain than i...