JASON'S POV
Ice cream.
That was her first instinct after finding out she was pregnant.
Not panic.
Not crying.
Not throwing something at me (which was a first).
Just… ice cream.
I watched as Ella grabbed the largest bowl we owned, filled it to the brim, and plopped down on the couch, shoveling spoonfuls into her mouth like her life depended on it.
I leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "So… this is how you're coping?"
She didn't even glance at me, just kept eating. "Yes. Do you have a problem with it?"
I smirked. "Not at all. I just didn't realize ice cream was the cure for an existential crisis."
She paused mid-bite, her glare razor-sharp. "Jason, if you value your life, I suggest you shut up."
I bit back a laugh. Pregnancy hormones were going to be fun.
Instead of poking the bear further, I walked over and sat next to her. "You sure you don't want me to make you something more… substantial?"
