A baby. A baby. She was pregnant, and they were going to have a baby. (Mouthing the word baby to himself in silent repetition was not making the fact any easier to digest.)
They - they had talked about having children before, so, alright - but that was supposed to be one day, after the house and the marriage and preferably when Tybalt felt like enough of an adult to picture himself responsible for a child, not now, Merlin. He let out a stunned breath and let his hands fall to her shoulders, trying to give her a reassuring squeeze, to seem steadier about this than either of them could possibly be.
“Okay,” Tyb said, although the only thing he was thinking was it was my fault and we should never have done this and we got lucky and then we got really stupid and now you’re right, we’ve ruined this. “A baby. Well, it’s going to be alright, we’re going to be fine -” he started, and maybe by saying these things out loud he might even believe them in a minute, but -
No, no, too soon, he couldn’t do this yet. His hands felt weird and unnaturally shaky in his panic, so he let go and stepped back from Elsie for a moment, shaking them out as if that would clear his head instead. When that didn’t work, he raked his hand through his hair once, twice, five times compulsively, leaving it a complete mess before gave up on that and pressed his hand to his face instead, mumbling a long stream of shit, shit, shit to himself behind it.
They - they had talked about having children before, so, alright - but that was supposed to be one day, after the house and the marriage and preferably when Tybalt felt like enough of an adult to picture himself responsible for a child, not now, Merlin. He let out a stunned breath and let his hands fall to her shoulders, trying to give her a reassuring squeeze, to seem steadier about this than either of them could possibly be.
“Okay,” Tyb said, although the only thing he was thinking was it was my fault and we should never have done this and we got lucky and then we got really stupid and now you’re right, we’ve ruined this. “A baby. Well, it’s going to be alright, we’re going to be fine -” he started, and maybe by saying these things out loud he might even believe them in a minute, but -
No, no, too soon, he couldn’t do this yet. His hands felt weird and unnaturally shaky in his panic, so he let go and stepped back from Elsie for a moment, shaking them out as if that would clear his head instead. When that didn’t work, he raked his hand through his hair once, twice, five times compulsively, leaving it a complete mess before gave up on that and pressed his hand to his face instead, mumbling a long stream of shit, shit, shit to himself behind it.
