"I fucking did this morning when the healer told me." She replied, glaring back at him. That sick feeling in her stomach was getting stronger, but the anger that was slowly rising inside her thanks to him was making her stay there a little longer. She wanted to smack him so badly on the head, surely that'd get a reaction from him. And well, happy or not about it, he'd have to deal with it just like she would. Besides, it's not like he had to do anything. She'd be the one carrying the baby inside for nine months and then going through a lot of pain giving birth to it. What would he have to do? Charling diapers? Oh yeah, that was so painful.
"Fine. I won't." She snapped back, glaring at his back as he left the kitchen. Maybe it hadn't been the best way of telling him, but he always managed to get the worst of her and well, she just blurted it out. So it was his fault, really.