Okay, thank you. And you know I love you too. I just love you so much, and I hope you don't get annoyed by the news. Please, don't. It's good news. [Oh, she's rambling. That tends to happen when she gets really nervous (which rarely, if ever, happens).

She's able to stop herself and calm herself down with a sharp intake of breath. Alright, alright, she's going to do it. And with a poor attempt to cover up how fucking happy she is.]

Steve. I'm... pregnant.