"The island likes to laugh at 'supposed to'." Though fate did too, didn't it? He'd resisted as long as he could, and while he wanted to ease his arm behind her, he settled for very gently brushing her fingers with his. She was like a scared cat, and he knew if he was too forceful that he'd end up scratched, and she'd scat. And he didn't want her to do that.
"We'll figure something out together." He tried to reassure her. Though he knew he wasn't very good at that sort of thing. "Things didn't end up too bad with Mary Ellen. And she's eighteen." He added, because it couldn't be anything but encouraging that his oldest had made it to adulthood.
Dean only had to hope that Claire stayed, that she wouldn't vanish before he got to know the little being growing inside her. "I think, if you haven't been yet, maybe seeing one of the doctors would be a good idea."