Terry came out of the kitchen where he had been putting the finishing touches on dinner while Susan tried to wear holes in the floor. He wrapped his arms around her as he looked her in the eye as calmly as he could manage with his own stomach doing flips. "Mother doesn't hate you," he assured her. "I don't think we'll be able to hide this from anyone for all that much longer, Susan." The changes in her body were very obvious to him - he tended to mentally track them in millimeters but he was not foolish enough to admit to that - and they'd be obvious to outside observers all too soon.
He kissed her cheek softly. "Also, I do not want to hide away the evidence of our child." He didn't want anyone to think that he was ashamed or trying to deny his child.