CLOCK!
The bathroom door, which she locked from the inside, slid open. A woman with shoulder-length hair in a pyjama suit came out of the bathroom holding something in her hand.
"What are you doing inside for so long?" Dave asked curiously.
"I-I..." Dian was confused, not knowing what to say.
"What?" The man, already wearing a home shirt and pants after a shower, frowned.
"I-I…" Dian bit her lip in confusion as her eyes moved to and fro.
"I what? Say it!" Dave asked impatiently.
Dian swallowed hard saliva and closed her eyes as she sighed. Dave's brow furrowed in disbelief.
"Dave, I..." Instead of saying something, Dian chose to hand Dave an object as long as a white square index finger.
Suddenly, Dave's chest rumbled at sight he had seen on the television show he was watching.
"A-Are you pregnant?" Dave asked, tilting his chin.