Noble was reading the newspaper in his workshop, mostly because the house was too busy for him on Saturdays. He looked up, alarmed, at the sound of his workshop door slamming open and then closed, and he gaped at Daff at her appearance. He'd known she was mad, but he hadn't known that she was show up mad. He also had known that she was pregnant, but hadn't known that she was this pregnant.

He set the newspaper down on the table, devoting his full attention to her, and stood up from his seat behind the workbench because it felt odd to be sitting when she was glaring at him like that. "I know it doesn't change anything," Noble said, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender.