I’m not trying to hide anything.

 

“Darling, are you trying to hide something from me?”

“What do you mean? I’m not trying to hide anything.”

“I think you are. Your breasts are slightly larger and that pretty flat hollow tummy of yours has gone.”

“O.K. I’ll admit it. I am pregnant! So there I’ve said it. There’s a bun in the oven. I’m up the duff. There’s three of us now! Is that what you want to hear?”

“Don’t you mean there is four of us.”

“How so?”

“You have had my ‘little man’ locked away for nearly a year and you have been going on dates with a Black Man called Raymon. That is what I am intimating Dear.”

“Oh well done Brains. At least you now know where you now stand cuckold.”