It was a lot. So much a lot. He needed to think on it, let it sink in, and figure out how he really felt about it. His first instinctive knee jerk reaction was that he would be a terrible father. He had had no role models to show him the way, and though he had friends with children and interacted well with them, this was different. He was never the 'favorite' uncle sort because he tended towards quiet, though he would play.
He laced his fingers to hers, not quite clutching them but wanting to. "I don't know anything I want right now," he said, "though I would never leave you to support a child on your own." No, there would always be help. He was not a lout. He was grateful, so grateful, that she was willing to let him sort his mind out instead of demanding immediate decisions of him. He was not a creature of immediacy except in the emergency room when decisions could be life or death.
"But you will be a wonderful mother. I do know that much." She was warm and caring and he knew she would be amazing.