"I never thought I'd have children either," she admitted, a hand set on her belly. "But he's coming no matter what plans we've made for ourselves." That much she had come to terms with over the past few weeks, and she'd even begun to browse baby name books looking for something to call him. Nothing had fit, but then again, it was hard to decide it all on her own when everything seemed to be hanging in limbo.
She took a breath and hesitated. This had all gone so much smoother in her head. "He's your son," she said with as much firmness in her voice as she could muster. "I want you in his life as much as you want to be. As much as he wants you to be. You're his father, and I'm going to trust you to act like it. If...you change your mind and decide to walk away before he's born, I'll make sure he never sees you. But I hope your mind stays made up," she added in a small voice. "I want you in his life. I want him in yours."
Rubbing her face with her hands, she sighed and slumped back in the chair. "Could you do me a favour? Could you tell me why you went off and snogged George? Not--because you were drinking, but...were you unhappy with me? Did you not want to marry me and this was your way of saying so? Did we not spend enough time together? Did I do something wrong?" She stuck her hands between her knees. "Do you even know?"