Morgan
“Who told you that?!” I jumped up and yelled.
Mitchell was in the kitchen, washing his bowl with his back turned to me, but I could still tell that he was laughing. This was not funny.
“No one told me. But your hair is extra glossy, and your freckles seem darker. I remember mom saying that happened to her with each of her pregnancies with us. So, I assumed.”
“Stop assuming s**t. It’s a new conditioning mask in my hair, and my freckles have always been this dark.”
“Sure. If you say so.”
He took my bowl from my hand and proceeded to wash it in silence, but I knew him. He had more to say.
“What? Just say it and be done with it.”
“No, if you say you’re not pregnant, then that’s what it is. I know you like the back of my hand, but you know yours
