Elle hadn't wanted either of them to find out that way. She'd only just found out herself, and she had meant to tell them once Gabriel was done sorting himself out. She hadn't wanted him to have that to think about on top of all the other things troubling him. And she wanted him back, but not because he felt obligated out of some sort of responsibility to a child he hadn't even met yet. So she'd planned to wait...as much as you could plan after knowing about something for a good fifteen minutes. And look how well that had turned out. Fan-fricking-tastic.
"I'm pregnant," she said, in response to Noah's query, looking nervously at Gabriel. "It's...good...right? I mean...it's not something we planned, but it's not a bad thing. It could be good...couldn't it?" She desperately wanted him to say yes, because she didn't think she could do this without him, but at the same time, she didn't want to be selfish. If he still had things to deal with, he should deal with them first.
Of course, then he was right there, asking if she was all right and touching the side of her face, and she felt like maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. "I'm fine," she said with a smile, lighting up with his touch in a way she didn't around anyone else. It was scary how easy it was to love Gabriel, how completely she felt that emotion toward him. "Claire was there, so she helped take care of it even before we came to the clinic. Noah just wanted to be sure everything was really all right, and I guess it's a good thing..."
She looked down at her hands. "I was going to tell you," she said. "I just...didn't expect it would be like that. I was going to wait...let you sort things out."