tea

"Why is there a flower in your cup?" He asks curiously.

Smothering a laugh she responds, "It's tea, Harvey."

"Since when does my wife drink tea?" He questioned with eyebrows raised, pouring a little shot of vanilla in his cup for good measure.

Turning away from her, he places the vanilla back on the shelf. Pivoting back around to face her, he awaits her response, same questioning gaze still present on his face.

She decides it's now or never.

"Donna?"

"Since, the doctor told me coffee would be bad for me, ya know, with me being pregnant and all," she retorts on bated breath.

"Oh right, that makes sen-" He stops short with gasp. "What?" He questions on a whisper.

"You're gonna be a daddy."