Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” wewe groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” wewe lift up your shati to onyesha the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are wewe smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.