"Oh, no, Zeus," she murmurs, sidestepping the mention of the doctor as she rises to her feet, one hand coursing through her hair. Whether it's denial or skepticism, she can't help but feel as if it can't possibly be real, this pregnancy. Maybe it's because she hasn't started showing any symptoms yet, but - she looks down to realize her hand has absently ghosted over her stomach and she immediately moves it away.

"I don't even know how long we were - I hope he's alright," she says, throwing open the bedroom door.