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,” anda groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” anda lift up your kemeja to tampil the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are anda smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.
