She's going to have a baby. She's going to have a baby--their baby, their baby a piece of his brain catches is a 'he.' She's going to have a baby and she's going to give that baby away and come home.

She's right. It's complicated.

He opens his mouth, and for a moment, nothing comes out. Finally, a sigh escapes, his back sliding slightly lower against the door. "You don't have to... do this alone."