"Okay, okay," she breathes, trying again and getting something, well, closer at least to correct. Jesus Christ. She's going to have a baby. For the rest of her life. In less than two months. She can feel herself start to well up and freak out for no goddamn reason at all. Fucking baby and fucking hormones.

"Jesus," she says, fixing watery eyes on Danny's incredulous face. "Danny I'm going to be a mom. I'm really scared."