It wasn't exactly that Much was trying not to get ahead of himself, it was more that his brain wouldn't let him. What exactly were they going to do if Leila was pregnant?
He'd very nearly filed the whole situation away into the 'not very likely and THUS! let's not think about it at all!' category, which had worked fine... While it lasted.
Now though? Auugh.
Much gave her a very tight squeeze and lifted her up off the floor, walking her backwards a few steps, at least away from the broken cup. He set her back down and loosened his arms a little, pulling back to make a face at her. The face said 'WELP here we are!' and was not a particularly useful one.