Anastasia looked back down at her soup when Samsul looked at her. She didn't know how to bring it up again... She wasn't even sure if she was and she didn't want to worry him, even though he seemed more than okay with having children now. She sipped her soup quietly and slowly, not wanting to upset her stomach further. She had been feeling nauseous for a sometime now but she had been able to work through it till today, where it seemed she couldn't hold anything down. She took a deep breath and didn't look up from her soup as she stared at it. She rose a shaky spoon to her mouth and said in a less than hushed voice, "I think... I might be pregnant."

She put the spoon in her mouth quickly and swallowed the soup, "I don't know.... though...." she said quickly after, "I just... think I might be....."

Moments ago, she hadn't wanted to worry him and now she was blurting it out. Maybe because she didn't want to worry alone. Maybe because she wanted him to hold her and comfort her like he always managed to do. Even if she wasn't sure, there were signs, the sickness being a major one, the fact that she was late being another. She put her spoon down and rose a hand to her mouth, feeling ill again. She closed her eyes as it passed before she finally met Samsul's.