“You… You’re… pregnant? With… my baby?” Douma whispered, his face absolutely shocked. His eyes dropped to your stomach, then back up to your face as he swallowed nervously.

Uh oh. This… this wasn’t good. What would the press think if they found out about this? What would- would happen? Were they keeping the baby? Aborting the baby? His heart was racing.

“I… Uh…”