Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” toi groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” toi lift up your chemise to montrer the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are toi smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.
