When my fiancé proposed, our son was three months old. Somehow, my fiancé had slipped my ring into our son's onesie when I was not paying attention. He then told me I should change his clothes to go out. I kept saying that we didn't need to change him because it was summer in Texas, and there was no need to put something warmer on him. But he kept insisting, so I went along with it and pulled his onesie off. To my surprise, there was an engagement ring in our son's little belly button! He got down and said he would love to marry the mother of his wonderful son.