"No, it's not the flu... and I was perhaps incorrect, the sickness may not last long, I hope, but the cause of it... that should last around nine months.. well, it should last rather longer than that I imagine, but-" she stopped "I digress. I'm sorry this isn't how I wanted to tell you, I didn't know how I wanted to tell you in fact, since I did not exactly plan this. It wasn't until I recalled my mother's tale of the peppermint tea that I connected the dots."

She took a deep breath, fairly certain her rambling had gotten the point across but not wanting to trust him to put it together, and knowing that vague hints were an unfair way to tell someone they were going to be a father.

"I think I'm with child."