[ Zoe's POV ]
"Night, night." I called to Alfie as I shut the door to our bedroom. I crawled into bed and sighed. By the morning, Alfie would know...
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"Zoe! Zoe," I woke up to the sound of his voice, "is this real?"
"Alfie? What?" I replied, rubbing my eyes. Sitting up, I saw him holding out a box. I sat there for a second, thinking. I was always like this in the morning, or after I'd just woken up - hazy, not really focused or concentrated or anything alike.
I looked over at the clock. "It's only three in the morning. And why aren't you in bed yet?"
"Zoe! Stop ignoring the question
." Alfie said, hitting my shoulder lightly. "Is this true?"
"Is what true!?" I asked impatiently.
"Are you pregnant or not?"
