He noticed the physical changes. He already had. It still weirded him out. A lot. But Sam had found that staying quiet about it all was still the best way to go. At least for him. Still, he couldn't help but stare at her stomach for a short moment before he rose from the bed and moved toward the desk to retrieve his laptop.
"Okay," he told her, pausing to press a kiss to her temple. Tucking the computer under his arm, he shot Heather a long look. Then he made for the door. "Good night, Heather."