You’ve just been staring at me for like five minutes and I’m super nervous. Please say something. Anything.” I’ve never been in a war, but now I feel like I know what a man looks like after you’ve dropped a bomb on him. Remington is a mess. He hasn’t moved, blinked, or breathed since I told him I was pregnant a few moments ago. Or was it hours? It’s like time has stopped. It’s like Elvis has left the building. This is not a good sign. I mean I wasn’t exactly expecting him to be thrilled about my pregnancy. I was not exactly thrilled myself when I first found out. Shocked, yes. Scared to death, yes. But comatose? No. Yeah it’s bad timing. Yeah it’s a curve ball. But I expected at least…a reaction! If Remington doesn’t do something soon I’m going to start rambling and talking just to fill the silence and that can’t be good. That can’t help anybody. Nervous chattering is never good. Never helpful. Oh god. Here it comes. I feel it starting. “I didn’t realize until last week,”
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