Abigail turned her attention to him, her demeanor still pensive. "Vivian came to meet with me. We had lunch together."
Christopher, however, couldn't help but let a hint of coldness creep into his expression, assuming that Vivian might have been the source of Abigail's distress. He looked into his coffee with furrowed brows and inquired, "What did she say?"
"She is pregnant and is getting married next month."
Christopher's head snapped in her direction, genuine surprise reflecting in his eyes.
"Are you surprised?" she asked, a smile on her face. "I was surprised as well when she revealed she was pregnant. Isn't it wonderful that our son will soon have a playmate?"
