"You sure you don't want me to call in today, love?" Tony asked Saffron. She'd been throwing up violently all morning and her husband, who never knew her to be this ill, was truly worried.
"I'm fine," Saff lied, trying to rest as she straggled back into bed. "Go on to work, darling. I'll be all right."
But Tony knew she was only putting up a stiff upper lip front for his benefit.
"I'm callin' in," he told her. "I'll be takin' care of you, me girl."
Saffy, who felt too awful to argue, sighed in response.
"Just get Grace off to school, hm?"
Tony leaned over, pushing Saffron's curly hair away from her forehead. She didn't feel feverish. Maybe she just had some nasty 24-hour bug.
"No worries, angel," he said, planting a quick kiss on his wife's cheek. Saffron never got sick; this sudden, rather intense stomach flu concerned Tony.
After getting his daughter a good breakfast and seeing her onto the school bus, Tony returned to his ailing bride.
"Let me make you some soup, Saff," he said. "Get something in you, 'ey?"
The thought of food - any food - made Saffron nauseous.
"No," she pleaded. "Really... I can't eat."
Now Tony was truly worried.
"I'm takin' you to the doctor," he told Saffy.
"Tony," she argued weakly, "I'll be fine."
"Yeah, you will," he told her, "after Doc sees you."
Dragging Saff (in her pajamas, no less) to their doctor, Tony waited anxiously in the outer room while Dr. Jameson examined his wife. After about 10 minutes, the doctor summoned him to come back to the room where Saffron lay resting.
"What is it, Doc?" Tony asked soberly. "Give it to us straight, ey?"
Saffron rolled her eyes at her husband's dramatics. The doctor merely laughed out loud.
"Straight, you say?" Dr. Jameson said, grinning broadly. "Turns out you're going to be a father, Tony."
At this, Tony's eyes went wide. He gaped at Saffron. She smiled back at him.
"I'm pregnant, Mr. Draper," Saff said, her green eyes sparkling.
"Morning sickness, that's all," Dr. Jameson told Tony. "Best get used to it. I've given Saffron some instructions on how to alleviate it and…"
But Tony never heard the rest.
When he came around, about an hour later, Dr. Jameson and Saffron were both studying him intently.
"Sweetheart?" Saff said, gently patting his cheeks. "Tony? Can you hear me?"
"Unnnnhhhh…" Tony moaned. All he could recall was something about fathers and sickness and… well, that was it.
"He'll be all right, my dear," Dr. Jameson told Saff. "I've seen this before - happens quite a bit, actually. Give him another half-hour and it'll really hit him."