Mila looked at his expression while he looked at the menu and she knew that it didn’t sound delicious. It sounded like a huge weird combination of a craving. She was not fooling anyone at this point. “ The tone in your voice says otherwise with the look that goes along with it,” she shook her head with a bit of a chuckle. Lucas made her feel abit comfortable and wasn’t pressing the matter on what was wrong with her, which she enjoyed. But she knew it was time to tell everyone the truth.
“Im pregnant,” she blurted to him.
Lucas froze, his eyes glued to the menu for a second longer than normal as his brain tried to process the words that had just come out of her mouth. He slowly lowered the menu. For a long moment, he just stared. He leaned across the table, resting his forearms on the wood, his eyes searching hers to see how she was actually holding up. As much as he wanted to celebrate, he knew her well enough to read between the lines. "Holy shit, Mila." He murmured, his voice softening. He reached across the table, nudging her hand with his knuckles. "A mom. You're gonna be a mom." He took a deep breath. "Who's...who's the father? How far along are you?"
