"I remember you being her age." Fabian teased, tilting his head down to find her ear, to speak even more quiet - lest anyone, even Megan overheard him. "It was the week before last, and you may not have known, but you wanted it more than anyone I met."
He did not want to deal with the headache and the heartache of being a father just yet. That was too much to take in, too much fear, and anger and grief he'd have to experience in his own time. Fabian much rather would deal with Hestia being heartbroken by a body in the bed near them, that was an emotion he could manage. He'd learn about Megan later, he'd learn of his failure in the morning. Right now she just wanted to wait, and she wouldn't be alone.
"Do you want to sit again? You seem fit to tipping over." She seemed near to passing out, but he wasn't going to bring that up. He doubted she'd sleep until Megan woke back up - and possibly not even then.