"How is he adjusting?" Molly asked casually, as she and Greg stood in her mortuary, watching the departing back of Phillip Anderson.
"I'm not sure it's sunk in quite yet, love," Greg responded. He shook his head lightly, then turned to Molly with a small smile.
"It's going to sink in with a great crash soon enough if he doesn't pull his head out of his arse," Molly simply replied. She glanced at her husband with a single raised eyebrow, before turning back to her post-mortem results.
She paused a moment, suddenly looking up at Greg. "You're not the least bit worried, are you Gregory?" Molly crossed her arms, cocking her head at him.
"Phillip Anderson isn't a stupid man. Nor is he oblivious. I think he's not quite grasped it, but perhaps that isn't because this was… unexpected."
"You think they PLANNED to have this baby, then?" Molly seemed a bit more surprised than even she thought she was.
"Planned… no. But I don't think he or she is much of a shock. I think he and Donovan simply decided a baby wouldn't be at all unwelcome and so they simply…" he trailed off.
"Let it happen." Molly finished. She turned to him, raising her hand to touch his face.
"Yeah," Greg said, gazing down at her. "That seemed best."