"Seven weeks pregnant?" Greg eyes almost popped out of its socket as he echoed the words of his wife.
"That's exactly what the doctor said, honey and Matilda has refused to tell us who is responsible for her pregnancy." Greg's wife, Diana, hissed.
"How can she be pregnant without knowing until now?" Greg asked in alarm.
"That's because she's dumb and stupid. To think that all this while we have been treating her for different speculated illnesses when she didn't even know she had missed her period." Diana's eyes glinted with fury.
Greg mentally did a backward calculation of the day he slept with Matilda and everything pointed to him as the potential father.
"Shit!" Greg felt his heart leap into his mouth
"What was that, honey?" Diana came from behind and placed her hand lovingly on his shoulder.
