"Well, I'm feeling better now, Love." She squeezed his hand in hopes to reassure him. She had to tell him before she lost the nerve, but holy shit, this was terrifying!

Sliding into his lap, she knew she had to just say it, he was going to worry if she kept appearing ill with no cause, but she was also mildly afraid he'd bolt on her. She wasn't exactly thrilled herself, but there really wasn't much she could do about it was there? She was stable, she had a good job and a place to live, support from lots of family, it would be okay. She would be okay, but she wanted him to be good with it too. She'd meant what she'd said when she asked him to stay.

Giving herself a moment, she studied their joined hands. They fit so well together, perfectly comfortable, compatible, Eva had to think they'd make it work. "So here's the thing about it, She turned her blue eyes on his, worry creasing her brow slightly. "It's going to last roughly another eight and a half months..." She assumed anyway. After briefly and vaguely questioning her friend Winnie about it, (she assumed the midwife figured out why on her own) Eva had done the math and then figured her chances of disaster were higher than her chance of actually getting pregnant, but Beau didn't need to know that.