“Mitch, I missed my period.” My heart stops in my chest and my eyes drop straight to her belly. Then every muscle in my body is swelling. “What did you just say?” I rasp. She peeks up at me and then whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut and squishing herself back against my bicep. “I missed my period,” she mumbles. “Say it again.” “I missed my–” She stops herself short and turns to look at me. This time her cheeks heat up for a different reason. She reads my expression, surprised and a little unsure. “I missed my period,” she whispers.
