Trey was about to answer that he hadn't really been able to identify any specific triggers of his current migraine when suddenly, his eye widened and he propped himself up on his elbow to be able to see Kyan better where he was sitting. "Holy fuck, is Reec preggers? Am I gonna be an uncle? That's it, isn't it? There's something about you, I can tell." Then he stopped, doubting his wild guess and flopped gingerly back against the sofa cushion. "Shit. You're asking me to move out, aren't you? You're ready to just be a married couple in your own space." Ever the lawyer, he was always trying to think a few steps ahead to assess what could be going on in a situation.