"Oh- don't worry," Claire started in with a small thread of sardonic humor in her voice. "You are only his uncle..." Technically. Genetically. "I was never planning on making it any more complicated than that. Trust me- I've gone over it in my head a million times."
But the fact that Rory was taking it more in stride now made it all easier. It would be rough, maybe for a good while, but his attitude gave her a light at the end of that particular tunnel. She also knew Dean would come around, eventually. She'd seen him change his mind on more than a few things in his life. And she trusted him to keep her and their son's best interest in mind.
"You know it's--" Her words cut off abruptly, the small thump from inside her abdomen was bigger than usual. That, or he just punted her bladder, full of forgotten tea. It thumped again, a little off to the side but no less enthusiastic, causing Claire to stand up- a hand on her lower right belly. "Hold that thought..." she said enroute to the bathroom.