"Lil, come out. What's wrong? C'mon, you can tell me anything, baby. Come out," I said. I heard her footsteps as she came to open the door.
"Sit down. I'm serious," she said.
I nodded, sitting beside her on her bed. "Yeah?"
"I'm going to tell you something. I'm not joking, John. I mean it," she said.
"Ok, I get it. Tell me," I said.
"Ok," she said, pausing for a while, until, finally, she said it. "I'm pregnant, Johnny."
