“Yeah. I know. It was on a whim.”
“Good for you. I mean, it was good right?”
“Better than good.”
“I’m glad. So what’s the problem?”
Charlie heaves a sigh, which sounds like a gale wind over the phone. “It was supposed to be a one-time thing.”
“Okay.”
“Even though we really were great together.”
“Okay…”
“And now I have a problem.” She pauses, and I bite my tongue before I demand her to just spit it out.
“I’m pregnant.”