"It's uh, yeah, it's pink, it's... pink."
"Yeah, it uh, it's... yeah."
"I mean it could be maybe... you know, not, but it's... yeah..."
"That's, that's pink. That's a pink... stick."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah, I mean, yes, yeah... okay."
Donna sank back into the couch, clutching the thin plastic in her hands between her thighs. "You mean, 'Yeah, okay?'"
Josh sifted a hand through his hair briskly and leaned against the arm of the sofa. "I mean, we didn't plan for this... we didn't... we didn't plan for this." His other hand was clutched firmly on his knee, knuckles nearly transparent to the bone underneath.
And Donna snapped; the thin test flew across the room and clattered off of the wall and onto the floor. It startled him and Josh sat up straight, hands clasped between his legs. "I... this is unbelievable."
"Josh, please shut-"
When she turned to look at him, jaw set, face red, she was shocked at what she saw; the look of awe in his eyes, the smile teasing the edges of his mouth. "This is, unbelievable."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"I like the name Noah."
"Of course you do."