It was unusual.

Irene was your step mom, having to take care of you when your dad died which it has been 2 years.

You baked but not a lot.

Well... Not until a month ago when you started baking more and eating more.

She often heard you throwing up at night.

It was strange and concerning so she had to speak up, as your step-mom.

"Angel... I have not ask..." Irene said to speak as she walked up to you into the kitchen, it was midnight and you were eating fudge brownies you made this morning.

"Are you pregnant?."