"Hey (y/n).... Wait isn't that Stephens shirt?" Dan squints walking in.

"Yeah.... it is..." I whisper.

"Why are you wearing his shirt?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Because... none of my shirts fit and none of yours would either." I say as it is very close to the truth, though dans shirts would fit for a bit longer.

"Does he know?" Dans voice drops and gets serious and protective.

"Know What?" Hosuh tilts his head.

"Yes he knows... now I gotta tell Hosuh and Jay... but knowing you, you already told him right?" I raise an eyebrow amused.

"Shut it! I did because I tell him everything!" Dans face lights up like a tomato.

"What are you all talking about?" Hosuh huffs.

"Oh... uh Hosuh I'm pregnant...." I give a small smile and do little jazz hands. I feel arms snake around my waist and Stephens laugh in my ear.

"Yay?" He looks confused.

"Ummm... I was drunk..." I give him an awkward face.

"Ooooohhh..." he nods, "so the oatmeal is as you said a craving?"

"Yeah... one of two consistent ones." I blush.

"You better not be doing what I think you are doing!" Dan scolds me.

"I'll admit what It is if you admit that you and Jay are totally a thing and if the sounds from your room say anything... you found yourself a daddy." I smirk.

"I hate you...." Dan glares.

"Love you too Danny." I laugh, leaning into Stephens arms.

"Fine! We are dating.... we've been dating for like two years...." Dan admits.

"Good." I smirk.

"Now are you going to tell me?"

"Hmmmm... nah."