“Steven Randel get your پچھواڑے, گدا in here!” آپ yell from the bathroom.
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,” آپ groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” آپ lift up your شرٹ, قمیض to دکھائیں the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are آپ smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.