Jo followed Dean's movement and drained her own glass. She almost mindlessly poured them each another one. On the bright side, she was starting to feel pleasantly warm and fuzzy.
On the downside, she could still grasp just how huge this was. And just how badly this could all go. Their daughter. Their daughter who was a little bit of Dean's dad and her mom and even had a little bit of Jo herself from what he was saying.
"It's... a lot to wrap my head around. I mean, we haven't even slept together and now I'm finding out that we're going to have two daughters? I don't even know if-" she stopped and bit her lip, trying to find the right way to express this. "I've never really thought of myself as the Florence Henderson type, you know? I mean.. being a mom. That's huge."
Not to mention the idea of their future daughter being in trouble. She wasn't even sure she could get herself to voice that concern out loud. Even thinking about it made her feel like the wind had been knocked clear out of her.