Two brooms, engaged to be married, were out for a quiet dinner by themselves the night before their wedding.
After the dinner plates were whisked away, and before dessert (an ice-cream sundae for two: their favourite) was brought out, the soon-to-be-wife broom looked her soon-to-be-husband broom in the eye, smiled, and said "I've got some wonderful news for you."
"Oh?" The male broom smiled, certain that this was going to be a fantastic surprise. "Do tell."
"I'm pregnant. We've got a little broom on the way".
The male broom was aghast, and started hyperventilating. "You're pregnant?"
"Yes, I'm pregnant. Aren't you excited?"
"Well, of course I'm excited." His face was flushed. He began frantically searching for some water, and was most clearly not excited.
"You look upset. Why are you upset?"
"Are you sure it's mine?"
"What?! I just told you I'm pregnant, we're getting married tomorrow, and now you're questioning my fidelity?" She was most definitely upset.
Recognizing the delicateness of their situation, and the fact that it would be very impossible for him to marry the broom of his dreams tomorrow if she stormed out today and left for Kazahkstan on the first flight out the next morning. That would be bad for all involved parties. "No, no no... I'm not questioning anything. I'm just- I'm surprised is all."
She softened, ever so slightly. "Surprised? Why are you surprised?"
"It's just a bit of a shock, y'know? I mean, we've only swept together once!"