He's taking it well, Faye notes to herself, reluctantly raising her chin to gaze directly at Dean, the color of his eyes bright even in the dim light. He probably wants this. There's no way that he doesn't, not with the way he dotes on Cori, not given how family-oriented he's always proven himself to be. It twists another knot, this one higher, close to her throat, because she's not that person, and she can't even pretend for his sake that she is. The thought of a baby is terrifying. The thought of raising a child, more still.
But she tries to find a measure of calm, because Dean's taking it well.
"As sure as the tests around here allow me to be," she says, her voice on the cusp of breaking. "I checked with Dr. Grey. I think we're at six weeks."
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Date: 2012-04-02 04:15 am (UTC)But she tries to find a measure of calm, because Dean's taking it well.
"As sure as the tests around here allow me to be," she says, her voice on the cusp of breaking. "I checked with Dr. Grey. I think we're at six weeks."