“Oleander, I have something to tell you.” I said, still feeling a bit nauseous. (Whoever named morning sickness needs a swift kick in the pants. And morning sickness should be renamed “all the time sickness”, too.)
“What? You’re not pregnant, are you?” Oleander said with a chuckle.
“I am, actually! I just took a test this morning, I think I might be a month or two along.” I replied.
When I said that, all the color drained from Oleander’s face, and all kindness that had previously been in his eyes left, too.