Miguel couldn't help cringing at her words. He didn't have much frame of reference for just how pregnant Lyra was, but he didn't think she would be having the baby in the next week. He could definitely be wrong, and it could be wishful thinking, but he was trying not to focus on it.
"If that really is my baby, then I'll be a dad to him or her, but as for what we'll do... I hope we'll take it one day at a time. Together." His eyes pleaded with her to stay with him, to love and trust him, to not abandon him, to want her life with him enough to go through the complication of an unexpected baby that wasn't biologically hers.