Elle was desperated for him to say something, anything letting her know she was going to be alright. They were going to be alright. A small part of her couldn't help thinking that if Bob weren't already dead, she managed to avoid thinking of how he'd died, this would kill him. Not just the fact that his little girl was pregnant, but that it was by the man he'd considered a monster.
"I'm pregnant." She responded, finally. Giving a slight little nod. How was she supposed to take care of a baby? She could hardly take care of herself.