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Zac knew he should have taken the time to think that question through before he'd just said it. Now that he thought about it, "Are you sure it's mine?" would have been a nicer way to put it...it wouldn't have sounded so much like he had accused her. He felt bad, but slid his hands down her arms to hold both of her hands again. She apologized for snapping at him, and he refused it. "I'm sorry. That didn't come out right. I just had to make sure, Tasha. I've been gone a long time. But I believe you," he said, looking her straight in the eye. "I do."

It grew quiet again, and everywhere Zac looked he seemed to only see pregnant women. God, they were everywhere. Why was this happening to him? He didn't get it. So many other people he knew weren't careful with their lovers and you don't see those girls with baby bellies... He sighed, bring his attention back to Tasha. His eyes flickered to her stomach before meeting her eyes again. "So what are we going to do next?" He asked. Before she could reply he asked another question, this time trying to word it more carefully. "Are you keeping it?" He thought that was safe enough. Then again, this was Tasha; and weren't pregnant chicks supposed to be moody too?