Ch.2
He sat at the same spot he always sat, waiting for her. Fifteen minutes had passed until she had finally shown up. He smiled, stood up, and hugged her when she came over.
"What's wrong?" he asked, worried, seeing her tear-streaked cheeks.
"Um, I have to talk to you. It's important," she replied, causing his worry to grow.
"Are you ok? Did someone do something? Are you hurt?" he immediately asked.
"What? No, no. I'm fine. Well, actually, I'm not fine. Can we go somewhere, private, to talk?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," he replied. They both got up, went to his car, and he drove them to his mother's club. He was sure that no one would be there now, considering it was only 8:45 in the morning.
"Ok, now what's wrong?" he asked again. She hesitated, before taking a deep breath and saying,
"Ok, Chris, I don't want you to be upset."
"Bianca," he said, looking into her eyes. He loved looking into her eyes and sometimes felt like he could get lost in them.
"Ok, ok," she said, looking at him. He could tell that whatever she had to tell him was scaring her and making her worry a lot and that scared him. But, she still didn't say anything.
"Come on Bianca. We've known each other for 6 ½ years. We've been together for 5. I think that I can handle anything you're going to tell me," Chris said, lifting her chin. All he saw were the tears in her eyes.
"I'm pregnant," she said, letting the tears fall.