Lost Creek Hollow On the backseat were scratches from

He nodded. "Fair." He remembered how Mira had felt, though she had been quite close to the end of her pregnancy when he had met her. While he didn't know what ginger was, or what the expression 'take ginger' meant, he assumed that she knew what she was talking about and was more willing to blindly agree with her plan than to admit that he was oblivious. "You c'n have this for later if you w-"

And then it clicked. 

'You're pregnant?" He blurted. Of course, he understood what their horseplay had had the potential to do, but he hadn't thought about it at the time, or any time thereafter. He'd sought others, and had enjoyed their company as well, with no thought of consequences. He blinked. "Uh, I mean...congrats?" He could only hope that this was something she wanted to celebrate.