"Your--"

Oh, fuck. I feel like my brain's slowed down, gone on fuckin' strike, 'cause all I can think so say is, "Faye's pregnant?" And for the longest time, I can't figure out why that's a bad thing. I wanna smile and hug and say congratulations, but he's falling the fuck apart on my kitchen floor. I don't think I've ever seen him like this. Not when Sam left that first time. Not when Angua disappeared. Never. But that kind of shit builds up and now...

Now there's so much more to lose.