I match her smile, instinctively going in for a stealthy kiss before I remember myself: I'm a bookish looking teenager and she's my pregnant fiancée. These are not exactly things that go together, though the sudden rush of hormones is making that harder to keep in mind. The flush starts at my ears and burns hot down the back of my neck. I all but leap out of the bed, grabbing the first thing I can to press over my lap as I put some distance between us.

"I'll go get things started!"