"Oh, I'm good." Okay, she probably could have eaten about steak, but she was a bit nervous and might have just thrown it back up. "So I... umm... was hoping to... talk to you about something..." She faltered a bit, wincing. She was definitely not smooth with this. Should she blow up his fucking life? Sanda ran her fingers through her hair as her mind raced to figure out how to just say it. Liam was so much better with people than she was- unless those people needed a physical response to something. She was good at being unassuming and most people took her for being shy which made her lesser tuned social skills less obvious. But there she was, having to be the one to drop news on someone... While part of her still debated if she even should.
Rip off the band aid, right? "I just ran some tests... and re-ran them to make sure..." Sanda shrugged slightly. "Guess what... I'm pregnant." And it's yours! Maybe she'd ease into that part. I mean she assumed he'd ask if she was sure, after all she must be pretty loose to just jump into bed with him on their second meeting. Which wasn't entirely untrue. But timing wise, there was only one option.