WELL, THIS WAS GOING VERY BADLY INDEED.
"Isobel!" he cried, wringing his hands together nervously. All right, admittedly, he probably should have said something a bit more supportive than "oh," and he was probably going to rot a thousand times over in some hell or other for mentioning Christmas presents in the same breath, but--but she just said that she was pregnant! He'd never--this was--WELL! THIS WAS THE FIRST CHILD HE'D EVER--oh, holy--Merlin, she was pregnant!
But why--why would she avoid him! Granted, he was terrified, and he probably would have fainted if he hadn't had anything to eat today, and he would have been lying if he said that running out of her flat screaming wasn't a perfectly appealing idea within the first twenty seconds of processing that information, but he was here! Blathering on about Christmas, but--well, it did only come once a year! Even--if your girlfriend told you she was... pregnant on that day--oh his various deities, pregnant.
Archie took a deep breath, willing his mental processing to slow the bloody hell down and begin assessing the situation with the calm rationale he prided himself on possessing.
"When did you find out? Is--that what you were sick about? Why were you avoiding me? Is the baby a girl or a boy? How--how old is the baby? Why didn't you tell me sooner! When--ISOBEL!" His eyes flew open and Archie's expression turned panicked. "We're not married!"
They weren't married. This was--this was a child conceived out of wedlock. Oh, dear. Ohhh, dear.
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