Rowan
“I’m pregnant. Eight weeks in...” she whispered as she softly scrubbed my chest. Freezing in place, I look down at her in shock. But she was biting the inside of her cheeks as if she didn’t want to meet my eyes.
Cupping her face in disbelief, “Kitten?” she blushed and nodded as if she understood my silent question. “We are pregnant! I uh…” and soon she was telling the tale of how she found out.
After she was done, Sofea blushingly told me the theory of when we conceived this miracle. The morning after I told her everything. The morning after she had her nightmare. In Zach’s club!
Sofea giggled when our eyes met and I can’t help but sneer too. I know why she’s acting so bashful as she started opening up. The evening that same day, Mika was teasing us and even said we’d probably ma
