“Come on, little baby,” he said, staring determinedly at my crotch. “That’s it. You’re doing really well.” The pain dimmed again, giving me room to think. And my thoughts were not happy. “No. Wait. A baby? You’re being serious? Like really?” He grinned. “Yep. Isn’t that wild?” “But…I can’t be.” “Yeah, but you sort of are.” “A baby isn’t part of the plan. Not for another four or so years.” Tears leaked down my face. “No. You’re just being silly or something. I think I’d know if I was pregnant, Mal.”
