Mitch plonked down onto the couch, his stomach had ballooned a bit from the first few months.
He smiled as Kirstie sat down next to him, exactly the same.
He moved closer and placed a hand on his own stomach.
"It's a killer, isn't it?" Mitch mumbled.
"Yeah... Being pregnant is hard, probably harder for you though." Kirstie giggled.
"Yeah... It is.." Mitch whined, rubbing his stomach.
Kirstie giggled and did the same to her own.
"Hey... Kit-Kat?" Mitch blushed.
"Yeah?" She quickly replied.
"Who's the father?"
"We'll tell at the same time, okay?" She said, unsure.
"Okay." Mitch groaned.
"3, 2, 1, Scott!" They yelled at the same time.
They both stopped... Shocked,
