Swiftcurrent Creek we can fake it for the airwaves

His question surprises her a little, though his addition quickly makes it clear why he'd asked. She shakes her head slightly, guilt intensifying. No, it's not that — I'm just... She swallows, finding herself reluctant to voice it. If something truly is wrong, she's uncertain either of them can handle it. But she reminds herself that ignoring it would not make it less real, and forces her next words though they burn like fire. I've been in pain. I... don't know if it's typical with pregnancy, or if something is wrong — it isn't unbearable, but... She trails off, her own voice tinged with anxiety now. She hates to make him worry, too — but he has a right to know.