Jaimeson took the plates from her, busying himself with washing them in the sink so that he wouldn't be watching her. He doubted she wanted him hyper focused on her in that moment, so he just focused on cleaning the plates, putting them away.
He had a few minutes to kill, some of the longest minutes of his life. He had been more scared the last time he'd done this, he had also been a baby at the time. Now he was an adult, at least somewhat of an adult. He'd figure this out, if she was pregnant.
Jaimeson had found himself comfortable on her sofa by the time she came out of the loo. He looked up just in time to hear her words, his own eyes growing large. She looked so broken, his heart sank with guilt. He rushed across the room to her, not even asking as he enveloped her in his arms. "Whatever you want to do, I'm here," he murmured into her hair, torn between two emotions. The excitement that they had made another little, Bells could have a sibling. Then there was that dread, that had everything to do with the fact he knew she wasn't going to be thrilled about this. All he could do though was offer his comfort, and back her up no matter what she wanted.