Kyan flopped into one of the recliner chairs and declined the freezer pop with a wave of his hand, scrunching his nose up. "It's not that but don't jinx me. Are you sure yours is definitely a migraine and not a virus of some sort? I'm just stressing out. It's not a bad stress. It's just wanting to protect my wife and realising that if everything goes smoothly, in about eight months, we're going to have this new tiny person we have to take care of and raise. I've never done that before. What if I'm not automatically an excellent dad? I want to be. I want to get everything right. But that time between now and then, I'm worried about Ree. The miscarriage she had was really traumatic. She was quite far along and it caused all sorts of problems for her. What even happens with high-risk pregnancy? Will she be okay to work? I should start to Google some of this stuff so I know. It's my job to know." He took his phone out of his pocket but as soon as he did, he realised he didn't even know what he should be looking up. Reecy wasn't very far along and he didn't know the specific complications she had with the previous pregnancies. "Am I making your head worse? Sorry. I'm trying not to freak out, it's just not really working."