I'd been chatting with this babe for over a month. She had been playing hard to get, but I stayed persistent. Finally, she agreed to go on a date with me. We set the time for 4pm at this new fancy restaurant in town that serves both local and foreign dishes. I was determined to impress her-feed her well, and hopefully, she'd return the favor later, in bed. From her pictures, I could tell she was buśty, and let me not lie, I am obsessed with big melons. I can do anything for them. No shame in it. Bre@sts just do things to me that words can't fully express. I was ready to spend my life savings on this one At 4pm sharp, I walked into the restaurant. It wasn't crowded-just a few people here and there. I wanted to pick a spot where I could watch her walk in, but then I noticed someone waving at me from behind this muscular guy sitting alone. It was her, she was already seated! I was impressed. A curvy, punctual girl? Wife material! She's definitely a keeper but sadly I'm a player. I just wanted to hit & run. So, I approached her, expecting a hug, but she only stretched out her hand. Still playing hard to get till the very end. Girls that play hard to get are the ones that end up shouting h@rder h@rder, faster faster. Well, as a gentleman, I took her hands and ki$$ed it then took my seat across from her. The waiter brought the menu, and this babe didn't waste any time. She ordered two plates. I smiled, thinking one was for me, but she corrected me quickly, "No o, order your own. I eat a lot." I wasn't m@d though. I like a woman with a healthy appetite. I ordered mine, & before I could finish my rice & chicken, she had demolished her amala & ewedu, then moved on to Jollof rice & plantain. I was stunned "You can eat!" I laughed. She just smiled & told the waiter to bring another plate, white rice, stew & fresh fish. Ahhh!!! This girl could really eat. Well, she'd need her strength for what I had in mind later. After two hours of non-stop eating, she even ordered takeaway. I paid the b!ll, stood up like a gentleman to help her with her chair... & that's when she stood up... she was heavily pregnant. I screamed. "Jesus!" & jumped back. She looked at me, confused. "What' happened?" she asked. "What happened where? You're pregnant" I blurted. She laughed. "Yes, I know. Is that why you shouted Jesus?" "Why won't I shout? You're heavily pregnant!" I repeated in shock "Is pregnancy a disease?" She asked smiling "Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded. "You didn't ask," she replied, nonchalant. "Ask? Who asks that on a date? So I'll ask if you're pregnant? Really? That's one of the questions men ask women they're getting to know" I was dumbfounded. She just shrugged. "Well, I asked if you were married, didn't I? You could've asked if I was pregnant." I was speechless. "Anyways, I'm exhausted. I and baby need to get home." I looked at her and the packs of food I paid for. I wanted to drag the food from her hand and run. Then, as if she knew, she handed all the takeaway food to the muscular guy sitting nearby. "Honey, please hold our food. I'm tired." "Honey? Our food? What's going on here? Who's this wrestler?!" I barked "Bros, don't shout at my wife o," the muscular guy said calmly. "Wife?!" I nearly lost it. "You're married too?" "You didn't ask," she said again, smiling like she'd done nothing wrong. That's how this girl carried the food I bought & paid for & walked out with Batista. Everyone in the restaurant was watching and smiling. Emb@rrassed, I walked to my car. Just as I was about to drive off, she tapped on my window. "Won't you drop us at home? We came early so we wouldn't keep you waiting." I looked at her from head to toe, Batista was standing behind smiling so I couldn't even react like I wanted. I just respected her condition and started my car, ignoring them. Then she added, "At least give us transport for Uber... for the baby's sake." I hissed and speed off.