Dominic's mood was all soft music, wine and roses. Leoda was acting as if her rabbit had died.
Beethoven's "Pastorale" thrummed diffusely, soothingly through concealed speakers. The cork shot out of the champagne bottle with a loud explosive pop! Leoda began shredding her mascara-stained hanky.
"Oh Dominic, how can you be so...so cold?" she sobbed, her swollen red eyes brimming again with tears. "How can you just stand there and take it all so...so lightly? This wasn't what we wanted when we...when we ...""When we began this affair?" Dominic chimed in lightly. He poured the overflowing champagne into two fluted goblets. "Well, Leoda, it may not have been what you wanted, but it was what I wanted."
"What?!" Leoda gasped. "You...you wanted this to happen? Oh Dominic, how could you? I trusted you! I gave you all!"
"Well, yes, of course."
He offered her a champagne-filled glass. She numbly nodded her head in negligent refusal.
"It's all gone according to plan you see."
He shrugged and returned the proffered champagne to its place, then studied her for a moment.
"I see I'd better tell you the rest.""What?! What?! There's more?!"
Leoda was rapidly retreating beyond reach.
"It will probably," Dominic said, with a twinkle composed not wholly of champagne, "be twins."