Refill

"You're what?"

"I'm expecting!" Chantal says excitedly.

"You're pregnant?!?" I say in disbelief. "How did this happen??"

"..." Chantal was just speechless that I asked that question.

"Okay, sorry, that was my english gone wrong. I mean, I didn't ask how you did it but..."

Chantal was more embarassed than ever and had that look of a person about to give someone a good beating.

"... tell me what happened?"

(Of course I know what exactly happened! I seem to be on a streak of asking these stupid questions. It must be the coffee I had this morning.)

Chantal was obviously displeased with my questions and was about to run away.

"Okay, sorry, sorry but seriously, when are you due?"

"October"

Learning from my indescretion earlier, I thought carefully before I opened my mouth.

"So you did it on the boat huh?"

I got a slap for that one. Stars appeared but was pleased that I was still shakily holding my can of coke. She grabs her cup sitting on her desk and huffingly heads over to the kitchen.

"Wait! Wait! At least tell me if you did it on the lower decks or the suite? I'd be able to tell you if it's a girl or a boy!!!"

I hope she doesn't go back throws her re-rilled cup to my face.