"Do you feel that, Eric?" Yale asked, pausing as they were on their way to class. "They are on their way back."
"I know." He said, looking around the room. "Should we sneak out to go and see them?"
"I feel a little queasy," Yale said, sucking in a deep breath, hand over her stomach. "I don't know why."
"Don't tell me you are … pregnant?" He whispered to her, eyes wide.
"No. You don't have to worry about that." She said nonchalantly, waving her hands dismissively in the air.
"Oh. Are you sure?"
"Very."
"Alright." The two fell into an awkward silence before Eric cleared his throat and turned to her. "Shall we get going then?"
"Sure," Yale said, smiling pleasantly at him as they began to make their way out of the place and away from the prying eyes and ears as quickly as they possibly could.
Well, that was … awkward. I want to see Zion so bad, damn it. Come fast, you big idiot.
