A Partridge and a Pregnancy

There are a lot of places Id rather spend Christmas Eve morning than on a cold snowy sidewalk outside someone elses home. Id kill to be sitting beside a fireplace drinking cocoa wearing flannel pajamas and reading a book.Instead Im here standing in front of my one-night stands house working up the courage to ring the doorbell and tell him Im pregnant.I hate that term-one-night stand. It sounds so cheap and sleezy. Tobias Holiday is neither of those things. Hes handsome and caring. Witty and charismatic. And once a long time ago he was mine.Our one-night reunion was only supposed to be a hookup. A fling with an old lover. A parting farewell before I moved to London and put my feelings for him an ocean away. How exactly am I supposed to explain that to Tobias that Im having a baby? His baby? Maybe I could sing it. He always loved the silly songs I made up in the shower.Three French hens two turtle doves.And a partridge and a pregnancy.