She'd been afraid to ask him for the test, afraid to hear him say she was wrong.
He shakes his head and tells her he's sorry, that her body could have been thrown off its cycle by any number of things: stress, her eating habits since... and he trails off. She's not listening to him anymore. All she hears is the crushing of the little hope she's nurtured for a month, and Simon's awkward condolences can't stitch up this wound like so many other's he's treated.
She's wrong. She's not pregnant.
Wash is dead, and they'll never meet their children.