"I'm pregnant."
Fikayo found himself suddenly choking on his own spit. He was seated in her two bedroom apartment, and was now suddenly uncomfortable at the whole atmosphere that he found relaxing before.
"How can you be pregnant?"
"Is that even a question? Having sex leads to pregnancy not a house?" Sewa replied with sarcasm.
"But you said you can't get pregnant that you're on contraceptives or something. You stopped me from using condoms, it's your fault not mine. How can you get pregnant, I'm married!" Fikayo finally snapped.
"Don't shout at me please! Did I get myself pregnant? And didn't you think about been married before doing it and enjoying yourself on me? Please, don't tell me that shit! You know I'm not gentle like your wife." Sewa raised her voice.
"Okay fine! How much?"
"How much is what?" Sewa replied, feigning naivety at the question asked.
"Abortion, Darn! Sewa, stop getting on my nerves, please!" Fikayo snapped again.