She gently squeezed his hand. "Sometimes time isn't so kind," she said. Then she brightened. "But yes, of course I want you involved. I've got an appointment next week for what they call a 'real' pregnancy test, they'll take blood and things, make sure I'm healthy, etc., etc."
His smile was infectious. "That sounds great. And speaking of places, I should probably tell Terpsichore we'll need a place with 3 bedrooms. Her head's gonna explode."