Angela had all faith in Tara. Perhaps even beyond faith because of what she did for Billy. Billy's cancer had began to spread and he had surgery to try to remove the cancerous cells as well as the testicle. He had chemo and radiation, but all along the way, Tara had been an amazing doctor who really knew her stuff. There were no other better hands for Emily to be in, and that was probably the number one reason Angela hadn't completely lost her shit here. What she couldn't deny, however, was that the lump she had felt was quite large. She was battling with herself inwardly, worrying if she should have found it sooner. But their sex life had been on the back-burner with the baby making business. That was why she had planned to make that night so special. This wasn't special, this was a nightmare.

"You can't just not get treatment because the baby," she finally said, throwing the words out that had been roiling around in her head. "I... we don't know what is going to happen or what they say. It might just be the minimum treatment, and we have to keep everything crossed for that. But if it's not, you've got to come first. You're the most important thing. I'm not doing any of this without you."