"But..." He seemed helpless, running his hand through his hair. "But you're two people now! That's hard work!"
"But then you'll be even more pregnant," he said, clearly panicking. "You just shouldn't cook for a while."
"Oh my god. You won't be able to walk, will you?" He ran a hand through his hair before coming over to her and pulling her to the armchair. "Sit!"
He frowned, rubbing his temple. "Have you been sleeping enough? Are you calm? Stress is bad, you know." He gasped. "Oh my God. I'm stressful. I'm hurting the baby!"
She laughed, her nose crinkling. "You're not hurting the baby. You kinda just seem like you're panicking."
"That's because I am," he said, his hands to his head. "Oh my God. Oh my God. There's going to be a baby."
"I don't have a baby!" he replied, pacing. "Can you... Maybe you should sleep? Until dinner is ready?"