As the sun begins to set, the swirls of pink and purple hues across the horizon sprinkle dim lights on the arrays of establishments which compete in sizes and the slow-moving cars which cram the road. I pull away from the glass window and turn around when a familiar big hand nudges my back. Chaz gestures for me to take a seat with him so I slouch on the chocolate leathered sofa.
“About my pregnancy…,” I stop as my head articulates the proper excuse to say. “Can we keep this a secret from the public? I was over the moon earlier when you stood up for me. However, I realize that telling the entire country about my situation might stress me out. I don’t want that much attention, please?”
Chaz smiles and nods. “Of course. Whatever you want.”
“Thank you.”
While Chaz and I talk about our plan
