"Luka, take a breath!" William tried to calm his friend's anxiety while also suppressing his laughter. Luka remained silent for a good five minutes, attempting to process William's words.
"I'm what?" he asked slowly. William rolled his eyes. It was the fifteenth time Luka had asked the same question, wearing the same distant expression and lost eyes. But deep down, beneath all the confusion and fear, William knew Luka was happy.
"P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T," William spelled out patiently. If only he had one of those human voice recorders, it would make things easier. "Pregnant. Please, Luka, stop asking the same question every damn second." He found his friend's reaction more amusing than annoying.
"Uh... okay," Luka responded absentmindedly. "Just one more time... for reassurance, you know?" he added quietly, and William rolled his eyes once again.
