Ernest could hardly register what she was saying. Despite already being a father, he knew nothing about childbirth, having come from a time where there was no attempt to include the men at all. He didn't know what she would need, and if she didnt want a midwife-
"Are you sure?" he asked, moving to get out of the bed and out of her way. "I'm sure there is a doctor who specialises-" he started to tell her, when she ran toward the bathroom.
He hesitated for a moment and then followed. It was a strange situation. She was about to have his child, and yet they'd hardly had the time to get used to each other, never mind the possibility of a baby. He- cared deeply for her, but they weren't exactly intimate. Still, he didnt want to hang about being completely useless.
He paused, and then gently placed a comforting hand against her back, and then pulled back her hair from her face.
"Okay, you're okay. Tell me what you need," he told her softly, with more tenderness than he had displayed in days, weeks even.