Fragment #94 - Good news or bad news?

Rozia comes in the "discussion" room. He's carrying a bag. He throws it on the table, and sits down next to it.
"I think it's time for us to have a little chat."
"Definitively. I missed those priviledged moments we have together."
He giggles.
"Nothing will get to your spirits."
I stay silent. Answering this will only give him a new weapon to hit and hurt me with.
"Look," he points at the bag on the table. "I brought you some change. I thought you'd like to change a bit from... well, whatever it is you're wearing."
"How thoughtful of you! Do you have an inspection, or the big boss coming, maybe? It'll be time, since you're not able to provide results... If I were your boss, I'll come down in person to check on you and see why is it that it's taking you so long..."
I don't even finish my sentence. His fist in my jaw was painful enough to make me stop. I spit some blood on his sleeve. He looks quite dashing today. I would love throwing up on him. I feel really bad, my belly. At that moment, a thought lits up my mind. I'm pregnant? Focus, Charlie. Last time you had your period? Come on, remember! Three, four... five... eight weeks. Eight weeks? Oh my God. Dakar. Shit. I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant, with Steve's child.