Alex nodded her head. "Not unless that's wrong."

Derek dropped the test stick on his desk. "I've been careless," he muttered more to himself.

"We have to figure out what we're doing about this, Derek," she said.

He was quiet for some time. "I think I should check on Arabella," he said when he finally spoke.

"Derek?"

"I'm still processing this, Alex," he said as he walked out of the room.

"And I think you're worried about how your daughter will feel if she's no longer your only child..." Alex murmured.

"Those are my hardcover books," Arabella told Philip. "What are you doing with them?"

"You don't need to read books that weigh so much while you're pregnant," he said.

"The doctor didn't say I couldn't read them!"

"The doctor said you had to continue staying in bed for a while. I won't have you miscarry because you insisted on reading heavy books all the time." He left her room with an armload of books.

She looked at Derek as he poked his head in. "He's taking my books, Daddy."

"He has his concerns about you and the baby," Derek told her. "So do I. You have plenty of paperback books you can read."

"But what if he takes those too?"

"He won't. Just let him take care of you, alright? It'll make him happy."

"I'll run out of books," she pouted.

"No, you won't. You have plenty of paperbacks. You're not running out of those."

Arabella looked at him. "You wanna bet?"

Derek sighed. "How far is he going in taking away your books?"

"All of my horror novels. All of them."

"I think you can go without those for a while."

"Dad, all he's leaving behind is a bible."

"I think you're starting to exaggerate."

"No, I'm not and it's too warm in here!"

"It only seems to warm in here because he has you covered in too many blankets." He began removing blankets. "Maybe his is overreacting in some ways. I'll have a talk with him, but you still have to follow doctors orders." He thought for a little bit, but decided not to say anything about Alex. "You get some rest."

Philip came back in and almost immediately began piling the blankets back on.

Derek dropped a hand on his shoulder. "She's too warm with all those blankets, Philip," he said softly. "When I tell you that you can take care of her I don't mean for you to smother her. I want her to be comfortable." He started to lead Philip out of the room.

Philip looked behind him nervously.

"She'll be fine. She's not going to get up right now. Even if she does, it'll most likely only be for the bathroom." Derek closed the door as they left the room. "She's going to want to read, Philip. You know how much she reads. I don't know how many books you're planning to take out of her room, but she thinks you're taking everything except a bible."

"Derek, I can't let her-"

"Philip, just tell me if she's exaggerating or not," Derek interrupted.

"No, she's not..." Philip finally mumbled.

"Listen to me: leave books behind for her to read or I'm never going to hear the end of this and neither will you. She's not going to read horror novels out loud to the baby," Derek added as he saw Philip opening his mouth. "She's more likely to read a dictionary or an entire set of encyclopedias to it than she is a horror novel. Just don't take all of her books." He turned to leave.

"She doesn't want the baby," Philip said.

Derek turned back towards him. "There's plenty of time for her to change her mind. Don't say anything about wanting her to keep the baby. That will only make her feel like she has to just because you want her to."

Philip frowned. "I'm not sure I get it."

"He means drop the marriage and raising babies together talk," Nick said as he walked past.

Derek indicated Nick. "What he said."

"So, I'm not supposed to tell her how I feel?" Philip asked.

"Not exactly. It's more complicated than that."