Ian's eyes widened, and he nearly toppled over in his chair, catching himself just in time. While a loud bang echoed from under his desk where Isabella had straightened at this news and banged her head against the underside of the desk.
Isabelle covered her mouth to stifle a gasp and rubbed her head slowly.
Nora frowned at the loud sound," What was that?"
"I banged my foot against the table? Isabella is pregnant?" Ian asked uncertainly. For one if she was really pregnant, he was hundred percent sure that it couldn't be his.
"Pregnant? Isabella? Are you sure?", Ian stuttered, his voice a mixture of shock and disbelief.
Nora nodded solemnly, her expression unwavering. "Yes, pregnant. And she claims you're the father."