Elsie had curled into herself, trying to will away the heartache and the nausea that was ever-present these days. Everything was falling apart slowly. This was supposed to be a happy announcement, after a wedding, after a house, doing everything the right way. They'd finally gotten started on the right path just to fall off the wagon not even two months later.

Finally she felt him sit down next to her and she turned into him automatically, needing that comfort of him against her. Which was how they'd gotten into trouble in the first place, but she was going to need him now more than ever.

She didn't want him to be sorry, that she couldn't handle, either, so she shook her head too, trying to dispel the unease. They could figure this out; they had to.

"Almost three months, ten, maybe eleven weeks?" She sighed. That was the best she could time it out and based on everything she'd read and the way she was supposedly to calculate it. She was almost out of the first trimester. "I thought the stress of last month was what was causing everything, but I—" She flushed a little; they weren't really supposed to discuss this were they? "There's no denying the signs." She had finally stifled the tears to a little sniffle here and there, but everything was bubbling just below the surface.

She looked up at him again finally as she laced her fingers with his. "It doesn't leave us any time." It was already suspicious, even if they got married tomorrow. She hadn't wanted to wait until the end of the year, but this rush, the urgency of the situation they now faced, well that wasn't ideal either. The list of things they needed to accomplish in such a short amount of time now felt insurmountable.