Sixteen weeks. They weren't too far off from that as it were. His brows rose a little and he shot a look at Heather; it was a different look, by far. He certainly didn't seem cranky or irritated or uncomfortable. Not like he had been all day. Instead, he seemed curious. Genuinely so.
"Things don't make a lot of sense here, the way I see it," Sam said casually, looking back to the doctor. He offered her a sheepish sort of smile before gesturing toward Heather. "Thanks, doc. I should probably get the mommy to be home. So..." He stepped toward Heather and put an arm around her shoulder. "We'll be seeing you."