His Pregnant Fiancee

We're in the car, and he's driving.

"Is this the right way to the hospital? I don't remember these roads as clearly anymore," he asks, but I don't respond and keep my eyes on the road.

A call comes into his phone, and he excuses himself and takes it.

"Hello," he says.

"Hello," a female voice fills the car. The female voice draws my attention to the call.

My mom suggested that he might be married.