Two lines.

"I'm pregnant. I'm sorry, Negan." you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
You kept your head down as you basked in the silence that followed after your confession. The grip on the collars of Negan's jacket loosened when he didn't say anything. Afraid to look up at him, you closed your eyes and bit your lip when they started to quiver from the sobs that were threatening to slip out of your mouth.
"What?"