"You're what?" he shouted, not--angrily, no, it was obvious that it was from shock, and Santiago shut the door behind her quickly, following her into the house with his arms up in confusion. She was pregnant? She was--Lyssandra was pregnant?
What was with the women in his life and getting pregnant? It was not that fun of a thing! Of course, he adored his nephew, pero Jesus Cristo, babies weren't just---
"When! I mean---I---how far along are---who? Who is---" his mouth shut quickly; even though Santiago knew Lyssandra was a bit more of a free-wheeler with her sexual escapades than he would like, he still did not want to point out that she could not know the answer to that---deus.
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