“Tasha, are you pregnant?”
Tasha looked horrified.
She immediately went pale, color totally escaping her face. She looked like she was caught in a bad act. A bad act she definitely didn’t want to get caught it.
“Tasha,” Wilson’s voice went lower as he looked at her. Having dated for months, he knew her to reasonable extent. At least, enough to know what she was thinking most times by just looking at her directly in the eye. “Tasha, why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Who told you that?”
“That’s not the issue here,” Wilson was getting impatient. “Just answer me. Are you really pregnant?”
“You are pregnant,” Wilson had to control himself for his words to not come out in stutters. “Y-You are pregnant. For me.”
About a million thoughts were roaming through his mind as he stared at her, st
