“You think this is funny?” “Actually, I think it’s good. Right?” He pushes himself up from the bed to stand in front of her. “Me. A father. It’s absolutely insane. But the good kind of insane,” he rushes to say. “I’m not upset about it. Maybe I’m having a little panic attack—just a small one. But . . . Ilapara, this will bring us closer, won’t it?” He puts his hands on her shoulders. “We’ll be parents! To a child. Us. Together.”
