"Right. Sorry." That was automatic. Apologize. Didn't mean to offend with the aftershave he'd always thought she loved but clearly didn't anymore because things smelled differently when women were ... He'd heard that somewhere. "I won't wear it anymore."

He probably should address the larger issue, the calmer, rational, crisis oriented part of his brain said. The part that kicked in and handled things when everything went wrong. It also informed him that saying everything was wrong was probably a very bad idea. However, even it ran out of ideas for things to say for a moment, which he thought was highly inconvenient.

"I...you..." He stopped. "We." That was better, right? We, them, together. "We're...having a baby?"