Mary was kneeling behind him on the mattress, her white hair slightly tousled and a small smile on her lips.
She wore that tight mesh outfit she usually favored, a fabric that at that moment did absolutely nothing to hide the obvious.
Her belly.
Round, prominent, and impossible to ignore.
Mary rested both hands on her stomach and gave him the most mischievous smile he had ever seen on her.
"Surprise."
Mark stayed sitting on the edge of the bed, turned toward her, unable to take his eyes off her belly.
He opened his mouth a couple of times to say something, but nothing coherent came out.
Too many questions were fighting to get out at once, and none of them could quite win.
"What's wrong, darling?" Mary said with a mocking smile.
"How is it possible that you're already... like this?" he replied, pointing at her belly.
"...Are you calling me fat?"
"You know perfectly well that's not what I meant."
