“Steven Randel get your culo in here!” tu yell from the bathroom.
Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” tu groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” tu lift up your camisa, camiseta to mostrar the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are tu smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.