A few weeks have passed and I still haven't told Kevin. We ordered lunch to go today. I ordered 6 tacos and I usually order 3 so it was strange for Kevin. He looked at me weird when I took some of his tacos and then his pozole.
"Oye! Ya parale con la comida no?" He said.
"I'm fucking pregnant asshole!" I said.
"Que!?" He asked surprised.
"3 months." I said. He looked at me excited. There was moment of silence for a while. Later that day all he said was, "it just hit to me we will be parents!" He kissed my hand.
"There will be a mini me or you running around." He said rubbing my tummy.
