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