There was meant to be a sigh, there was nothing wrong at least–Theo was just pregnant. Pregnant? He felt somewhat numb and by this point, his face, as his ey widened, turned ash white as he gulped down dry air trying to figure out what he was to say. Theo was pregnant. He had gotten Theo pregnant. Fern licked his dry lips, blinking quite rapidly. What could he say? There was a tiny little human growing inside of his wife and perhaps he was meant to be happy, but somewhere there he felt a bit lost between a growing fear and a pending anxiety attack.
Fern finally parted his dry lips. “A-are you sure?”
“Am I sure?” Theo narrowed her eyes at him.
There was a long pause before he proceeded to try and rescue himself. “I don't mean it like that.”
“You're making this worse.” Theo sighed.