What does Charlotte WANT to tell me?

It felt almost like a script. Like the question was too easy, too perfect. But I had to remember that this was... the logic, it had to be the logic of a dream, a story... a myth...

"What do you Want to Tell Me?" I asked, feeling myself still within her. This had to be some of the weirdest afterglow conversation I've ever had.

"OK, took you a few tries to figure out how to ask, but good going!" Charlotte shook her head, panting softly. "I know it's stupid, The longer you try to pretend it isn't happening, the more likely you are to go into the judgement with no information whatsoever."

I looked at her but didn't say anything. I was starting to get it. As long as she was still answering my last question, our time continued. I glanced about at the fog. It seemed closer now, threatening.

"Ok, good. You're not saying anything, which means you still need some clarification." Charlotte nodded, her eyes smiling widely. "First off, Hi, Brent, been DYING to tell you for a few hours now. Ever since last night when... Well it was last night. And so... uhm as of..." She held up her wrist as if consulting an imaginary wristwatch. "Thirty seconds ago, I am pregnant. Which... is very very good. And not just because she's going to be... amazing."

"But there's no way..." I began.

"SHIT... Brent! Seriously learn when to shut up and LISTEN!" Charlotte groaned. "In answer to your fourth question, I have been pregnant a LOT of times. Maybe it was when you were inside me the first time, maybe it was when I was fucking your wife and my girlfriend, But because we did this, NOW... I know. I'm pregnant, it's yours, congratulations all around to Mom."

I did get it. It made perfect sense. But I looked at her and very carefully shook my head like I didn't understand.

"So, I guess you need a little more to understand. " She nodded calmly. Her eye closed in a wink. I glanced around us and noticed that the fog had stopped closing it. The dim light seemed to be waiting for something. "I'm tired of losing this game. I'm tired of always being chosen."

That was interesting. Unconsciously I felt my head nod.

"That counted, BRENT! Ok, the mood's kinda lost." Charlotte groaned. "At this rate you might as well just get your clothes on. "