Oh, Jean really, really didn't want to tell Az the world had just basically gone to hell while they were sleeping. Not when she looked so blissed and comfy and smiling at him as if he were the best thing in the world she could wake up to.
He wanted to enjoy the moment of peace before the ugly truth came tumbling out. Unfortunately, the longer he put it off, the worse it would be when he did tell. Because then she'd think he was keeping it from her because of some silly thing like she couldn't handle it because she was a woman. Or some other equally ridiculous thing.
She was a grown woman, and would likely take it all better than he was. He was just putting informing her that their relaxing holiday had just officially become the holiday from hell.
"Sweetheart," he murmured, taking her hand, the worry clear on his face. "There's-"
And that was when Nikko leapt onto the bed, his Frisbee clenched tightly in his huge jaw. "Nikko, down!" Jean ordered immediately, scrubbing his hand down his face.
Oh for pity's sake, this couldn't get any worse, could it?