"Ah, Reno, we, uh, need to talk."
"Ah, shit. Here we go," he sighed and clopped his feet up on the cafe table.
Triss laughed, "It's not what you think."
"Well, what?" He took a deep drag of his cigarette. "What are you, pregnant?"
"Well, now that you mention it-" she giggled nervously.
"Y-you're pregnant, yo?"
"Yeah."
He took his feet off the table and placed them flat on the ground. "Wow."
"Yeah."
"So, uh, what-" he trailed off, hand gesturing to the both of them.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," she said quietly. "'Cause, I'm having this baby."
"You are?"
"Yeah. If you're not ready for a kid, I understand. Holy knows this wasn't in my plans!"
"Yeah," Reno murmured, lost in his thoughts.
She's gonna have a kid, yo. My kid. Holy shit. Triss is having my kid!
"I'M GONNA BE A DAD, YO!"
Triss laughed as the entire restaurant looked at them, "It took you this long to figure that out?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he murmured. Reno hooked his toes around a leg of her chair and dragged it closer to him.
"So you're gonna be a dad, huh?" she asked him softly, leaning towards him.
"Yeah," he smiled. "I'm gonna be a dad."
"So," she asked, resting her head on his shoulder as he pulled her close, "how does it feel, Daddy?"
The redhead grinned lecherously and winked down at her.
"Well, babe, it feels pretty damned good," he said and brought the cigarette to his lips as she leaned away. "What's wrong? Why are you-" Reno began. "Ah! Fuck! Fuckshitfuck!" he cried as he stomped out the embers. "Why didn't you say anything?" he yelled over her laughter.
"I was gonna let you finish that one and then ambush you and say it was the last one you could smoke around me," she grinned up at him.
"Little devil," he chuckled.
Yeah, this was gonna be all right.