He looked up, distracted from his briefcase for a moment. “Oh, hi dear. How was your day?”
“Good!” I’d lost five pounds. “Notice anything?”
He looked me over, his face dumb. Suddenly it lit up. “You’re pregnant!”
My smile fell, and I could feel the heat flushing through my face. Dumbass. I couldn’t get pregnant. I was on birth control, after all. Besides, hadn’t had a period for six months now.
“No,” I said, trying not to sound too crestfallen. “I, um, I lost weight.”
“Oh,” he said, back to his briefcase now. “I hadn’t really noticed.”
“Yeah,” I leaned against the doorway. Folded my arms. Closed my eyes. “I know.”