"Oh Jesus, Pietro, did you get her pregnant?" she demanded. That was the first thing that rolled out of Wanda's mouth before she could even think about it or have the good grace to stop it. She'd moved away from him to turn and look him in the face, expecting the worse- a confirmation of her abrupt supposition. Surely not. Surely. She held up a hand in apology and waited for whatever explanation he had to give. There were a thousand other things it could be.