Jason was nearly choking again, just catching himself short of falling out of his chair. He gasped. "You're knocked up?!" he cried at Meka, though not unkindly. Sim nodded and turned back to his mom, who calmly set her knife and fork down and looked at them both across the table.
"I wont allow it" she said clearly. "There is no way in hell you are having a baby" she carried on. Sim licked his lips and pushed his chair out in case they needed to make a swift exit. "We are, and there's n-nothing you can do to stop us" he shot back.
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