"Is it?" Sophia played aloof as he pointed out her insistence. Merlin did she wish he would answer the question, because she convinced herself by now that if he simply said of course I won't be angry she'd finally have the courage to say it. To add injury, she didn't get very far in her hunt for something to calm her nerves. The cigarette dangled from her lips and she couldn't quite find her wand, and couldn't focus enough to conjure a quick spark with her fingertips.

Oz snuck up on her, and she spun around in place in surprise. The hand on her waist didn't surprise her, but the earnest look on his face and voice absolutely did. The cigarette nearly dropped from her mouth; Sophia had at least enough presence of mind to whisk it away as she leaned back on the vanity to peer up at Ozy's face. Had this been when they first met, she would've laughed at his promise to protect and care for her.

Now, she was silent and serious. I'll take care of you, Sophia.

"Alright," she determined after a long pause, voice scarcely above a whisper now that she made her decision. "Ozy, I..." Say it. Just say it. Great gods above say it. Say it say it say it say it say it say it say it say it say it say--"--I'm pregnant," the words tumbled out clumsy and heavy and dropped like an anvil on their feet, damage done.

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