"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She picked at her salad.
"Is your food okay?"
"Yeah, everything is perfect." She forced herself to take a bite for him.
"Something is not right."
"Shinobi, I'm pregnant."
That was how the conversation went. He took her to dinner and it just came tumbling out. He said something after that, but it was in Japanese. She didn't understand it, and she didn't ask him to translate. Then, he didn't say anything else. He just looked at her as if she had three heads. At least, that's how she interpreted the look.
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Author's notes: These next few chapters are drabble-length. Meaning, they are all 100-words in length exactly.