Phillip blinked. He was from a very traditional, military family, and marriage was just the thing that people did when they had a child...especially when the two people were as particularly inept at parenting as he and Whitney were sure to be. Besides, Phillip was no ego maniac, but he didn't think the prospect of marrying him was bleak enough to inspire a 'No, absolutely not!' reaction. He knew of more than one of his "Bimbettes," as she called them, who would gladly marry him, but he didn't want them.
Did he want Whitney? Well...likely not in the way most people considered suitable for a husband and wife relationship. They fought almost constantly, managed to happily spend months apart, and yet somehow they always came back to one another. That likely wasn't the thing that ideal marriages came from and yet...
Phillip couldn't believe that she just expected him to know about this child and not do anything. Not give her money, not be there, not be involved...nothing. Utterly shocked by the multi level rejection and still reeling from the initial pregnancy news, Phillip just gaped at her, his mouth slightly ajar.