I shook my head. I had to be certain. Was I dreaming or was I hearing wrong. Turns out it was neither; I was quite awake and in control of my faculties and Gwen was still sitting in front of me like there was nothing wrong in her world.
Pregnant? How could she be pregnant? "How… Why… I use protection?" I stammered out.
"Dude, since you got married you have been careless with protection. At some point I thought you were going at it on purpose," she replied looking bored.
"And you didn't think to get some pills?"
"Dude, you know those things make you fat!" she snapped at me.
"And pregnancy will do what to you exactly?" I doubt I have met someone so ridiculously stupid in my life? She was talking about lowering standards, damn – with her; I threw standards out the window.
"It's just pregnancy fat. I can lose it in two weeks," she crossed her legs and fished in her bag for a mirror. Oh my God! I'm screwed!
