Matt

Oh no. Is she sick? Sophie's cheeks are pale and so are her lips. "Sophie, are you all right? What's the matter?"

"Matt, I'm pregnant."

My cheeks rise. "Yes, we've established that. Do you want to get a test to be sure?"

"I'm going to get fat. Will you still like me when I'm fat?"

"No."

Her blue eyes widen and immediately fill with tears.

I pull her close. "Stop. I won't like you...well, I will. I will ...