She followed him back out to the living room to sit on her comfortable couch and myriad of pillows. She sunk into that couch, a couch they'd spent a lot of time making out among other things.
"I don't know what to say," she said, her voice starting to betray her and show her fear, eyes getting fat with tears. "I would be a horrible parent," and she felt sick. If she let her tears fall they wouldn't stop.