Forty six: Pregnant

Sipping on my coffee, I took my phone from the center table in the living room, stood up from the couch, then walked to the kitchen to join Claire in there. 

"You're cooking?" 

Why did I ask her that? Of course, she was always cooking. She would obviously give me a sarcastic answer. I hated that as shit. 

"Yeah," she replied. Oops, I judge her too quickly. She wasn't being sarcastic. 

I stepped into the kitchen, hopped to sit on the counter. "What are we— oh, shit. I won't be able to have dinner with you. I'll be off to Sebastian's house soon. Since we've got a lot of things to work on, I might have to sleep at his house tonight, again."

She had her back on me, so I couldn't see her facial expression. But the moment I had mentioned that, she gasped, lingered her hands in the air, switched off the cooker, then turned around to face me with widened eyes. I