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Isobel's mouth pursed into tight line, and she nearly started to hold her breath, like she used to during the tantrums she'd throw at her parents' feet, or when she didn't want to listen to them anymore. It was--seriously, seriously an attractive reaction to all of this. If she just held her breath, he would stop asking questions and throwing out insane concerns and---

Did he just exclaim that they weren't married? That it was something they should be concerned about more than anything? It certainly seemed that way, with how his eyes were nearly bugging out of his head at the thought. Married! That was what he was concerned about! How could he even think of marriage when they had to figure out what to do with this baby! Or with---it---and---

"THAT IS NOT WHAT'S IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW!" she shrieked, dropping back down into her chair. Oy, she was sore, and her back hurt, and she felt like throwing up again and this time she was pretty sure it was morning sickness (WHO THE HELL NAMES THIS STUFF?) because she felt no more guilt about hiding this from Archie and---why couldn't she just, you know. Not be pregnant? That would be so much easier, and---and she should totally not be stressing out like this. Nope. She'd read it in a book.

Isobel tilted her head up with a harsh glare toward Archie, though she was slowly trying to catch her breath. He needed to stop this nonsense and just---sit there. All she wanted him to do was sit there and not say another word until she could figure out what the hell was going on, and going to happen.