The rest of the evening, and even the ride home had been shrouded in a silence that hadn't come between Amy and Ty in quite a long time. Ty usually welcomed a chance to think, but now he was afraid of what his wife was thinking about as he shot glances in her direction throughout the drive. She stared out of the passenger window the whole time, Ty not seeing her turn her head once until they pulled in front of the trailer. Then all she did was undo her seat belt and move to open the door. Ty reached out quick to stop her.

"Amy, wait a second," he started, his eyes searching for her gaze that remained averted to the floorboards.

"I'm tired, Ty. I just want to go to bed," Amy told him in a low voice, glancing at his hand on her arm, waiting for him to let go so she could get out.

"We need to talk about this." Ty really hated having to go to bed with this between them, leaving everything unsaid for a restless night of drowning in his own thoughts and concerns. Whether she was tired or not, Ty knew Amy would experience the same insomnia that didn't even seem like it was necessary if they could just get through this now.

"Not tonight. Please, Ty. I really don't want to think about it anymore today." As if that would happen, and they both knew it. Amy just didn't want to be put on the spot when the discussion resulted in a demand for some kind of answer that she wasn't ready to give.

"Okay, but do you still want me to talk to Caleb?" Whether they were having a baby or not, Ty knew Caleb couldn't live with them forever, but it seemed like the baby would be the best excuse Ty could give without outright telling his best friend to hit the road because he was becoming a bother.

"Do what you want." Amy pulled her arm away from Ty then and climbed out of the truck to head inside and get ready for bed, leaving Ty to sit in the truck and stare after her.

He sighed, resting his arms on the steering wheel and bowing his head, shaking it slowly in despair. He should have told Amy right out he wanted to have this baby and was even excited for it, but he figured she'd already known that from how he'd been acting over the last week since she told him: rubbing her belly and whispering "momma" in her ear as he talked about - and to - their little one. Even she seemed excited and ready for this next step in their lives.

Looking up toward the trailer where Caleb had just emerged carrying a couple beers, Ty no longer saw that happy mother-to-be, nor did he see that expecting glow that had been radiating off his wife this morning. "Thanks, Tim." Ty murmured, finally climbing out of the truck when Caleb approached.

"Something happen between you and Amy? She barely said two words to me." Caleb handed Ty one of the beers he'd snagged before Amy kicked him out so she could change and get ready for bed.

Twisting the cap off, Ty chucked it toward the fire pit and took a long swallow, giving himself a chance to think before having to answer. "Uh, yeah but it's a little complicated."

"This doesn't have anything to do with that Prince guy again, does it? I thought we were done with him."

"No." Ty shook his head, glad that wasn't the issue but compared to this was wondering if maybe Ahmed would have been easier to deal with, maybe even Chase Powers.

Ty stared down at the beer bottle he held, turning it in his hands to absently read the label for no reason other than to give himself another chance to get his thoughts in order. "Amy's pregnant," he answered finally.

"Dude, you're kidding me!" Caleb said after a pause to let it sink in, reaching out to give Ty a congratulatory slap on the back. "Well that's great, man! Isn't it?" he asked then, realizing Ty wasn't acting as excited as a father-to-be probably should.

"Well it would be, or it was, but then Tim had to go and open his big mouth and now… well let's just say Amy's not so sure anymore."

"What do you mean? She's not thinking about an abortion is she?"

Ty shrugged, sipping his beer. "I don't know, she won't talk about it. It definitely sounded like she'd considered it, though."

"Well, you can't let her go through with it. You have some say in this, you know. That's your kid too."

"It's Amy's decision. I told her we'd find a way to make it work, but that didn't seem like enough of an answer for her. She's thinking about missing out on her clinics and having to drop clients for a while to get through the pregnancy and actually be a mom."

"But you're her husband now, not just a sperm donor. Plus, that's what moms do. What did she expect, to get a nanny and pawn the kid off when she got tired of it like she did with Katie?" Ty regretted venting to Caleb about that now, realizing it was going to hang over Amy's head now that motherhood was on the table and she'd had little interest in even babysitting her niece for a weekend.

"Give her a break, man. Her dad just laid into us pretty thick about it. He made it pretty clear he didn't think this baby was a good idea right now." Ty had hoped they were since passed caring about Tim's opinion, but it still seemed he had some influence after all, much to Ty's dismay.

"Amy's a married woman now. She should be looking to you for those sorts of opinions." Caleb frowned, sipping his beer and leaning next to Ty against the truck.

"I know, but it's Tim. He's still looking to make up for lost time, I guess. I don't know. It doesn't really matter the reason, but that it seemed to hit Amy pretty hard."

"So, what are you going to do?"

Ty took a moment to run that question through his mind, shaking his head slowly as he stared down toward the grass. "I don't know. Leave it go for tonight, I guess."

"Well, you better not leave it go too long, or there's going to be another person in this trailer and we're already close quarters as it is."

"Yeah, about that…"