"It's definitely fitting for our situation," Peter agreed. He was suddenly that much more grateful toward the fact that he'd been invited to stay at the Hyperion in the first place. Peter would have settled for some run-down apartment otherwise. Now he was here, with a bunch of people that respected him for what he did. It was nice.
"It won't be long now," he repeated, looking down at her stomach. "Are you scared?" His expression grew a little more serious. "Not a bad scared. But scared. Worried."