Christian Monochero takes alleged girlfriend to the hospital. Pregnant?
It's all over the front page of every newspaper. Sierra brought me one this morning and
questioned the hell out of me before I showed her my bruise.
"Let them speculate," she says putting eggs on two plates and setting them at the counter. I take one and dig in.
"People I know read these papers. I'm going to get like seven calls," I complain.
My friend group is small yeah, but I don't need them thinking I'm pregnant. Not to mention I hate
phone calls.
Christian kisses my cheek when he comes down and looks at the magazine laying between us
with a frown.
"Must they speculate so shamelessly?"
"They must," I confirm finishing my eggs.
I lean my head on his shoulder while he finishes his breakfast and wonder
