"How many times?" The test could have been wrong. That happened. Tests needed stability. One go around wouldn't prove anything. It could have been a fluke. A lie. A false warning, one that they could laugh about later. They could go to the store, pick up a test for themselves and try again. Or a few times, depending on the results. And the laughing and relief could come. Lots and lots of relief.
He opened his eyes and looked at her, but he didn't move. Sam honestly didn't think he'd be capable of making it two steps right now.