Sitting down and having him stay there by the door is easier. Gets her breathing into something more settled again as she shifts to look at him, one hand smoothing over her stomach with unconscious anxiety.

"...'m gonna have a baby," And the rest of the words come out in hasty reassurance; perhaps even justification, "You weren't-- I was-- going t'just give him away. I know 'm-- probably not gonna be a very good mother. I was-- gonna have him an'-- give him t'a good family and then-- probably come back. You weren't meant t'know. You don't-- you don't have t'do anything, Ed. This doesn't have t'... change anything."