ANNIE

“Are you pregnant?” Clara asked, and my eyes widened.

I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. “What?” I chuckled awkwardly. “There's no way that is even possible.”

She glanced at me, slightly raising her eyebrows. “I don't believe it, you know?”

“Why?” I asked, placing my palm against my chin dramatically. “Do I have a tattoo on my forehead suggesting it to you?”

She didn't reply, and for a moment I thought I'd successfully convinced her otherwise, until she ...