The feeling of his cheek against her forehead gave her some measure of comfort, and she made no move to extricate herself from the press against his chest. Instead, Ashleigh listened to the beat of his heart, the sound of breath in his lungs, and she tried to relax, to let some of the tension seep out of her. Kids had always been something she had wanted, but she hadn't imagined it happening this way, with someone she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about.
Arms wound around his waist as she listened to him talk, a rumble in his chest that accompanied the words. "No, they know," she said softly, just a whisper. "And they're not pleased to say the least. I'm not sure if we're talking at the moment."