They had only been driving for the last ten minutes, but it had been in silence, with this heavy weight surrounding them. She felt the heavy, warm weight of his hand on hers and looked down. Toby rested his hand on top of hers and slipped his fingers between her much thinner, smaller ones. They drove like that for the next five minutes, and when he pulled into town and stopped at the little Italian restaurant that had just opened up this past year, she felt her heart speed up. When was a good time to tell him about the baby? Should she do it now where they were sitting in the privacy of his car, or maybe wait until they were inside where the crowd could be a buffer? Toby wanted her now, but how would he feel once she laid this down in front of him? He pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine, and for several moments they just sat there. He turned and looked at her face, and then lowered her gaze down to where their hands were entwined. “Is this okay, Shoshanna?”
