"Holy shit," Stan says. "I can't believe you're - we're - pregnant."
The wind chime on her front porch jingles, they can hear it from her tiny living room apartment. Wendy snatches the pregnancy test from Stan's fingers while he stares, dumbfounded, at the space it used to fill in his hands.
"This is negative, Stan."
It's impossible not to cry after that first pregnancy scare, for the dad he won't get a chance to be and their baby that never was. He feels behind, trudging through two credit courses while everyone else is graduating.
Maybe this is what they're working for.