You sit in the back of meeting, fiddling with your fingers while your husband finishes his speech. You look over at a new recruit who’s in his field, and he looks you up and down, and his eyes go wide. Shit! How does he know?

He leans over, whispering “Hey uh… are you and Simon expecting?” He asks, chewing on his nails. You suck in a breath, biting your lip, before getting up from the chair you’re in and walking out of the meeting. You didn’t need to be there anyway. Who’s going to know?