Telling Carl you were pregnant was already hard enough, now imagine telling his entire family?

Could a protective kiss from Carl's warm lips give you a little confidence? Yes, but not nearly enough.

Carl held his hand, intertwining their fingers. Had he prepared for this? As surprising as it was, yes. Rehearsed lines, meticulously thought-out touches, and stimulated tones of voice, his tie already loose from how many times his nervous tics had made him loosen his trembling fingers and consecutively loosen his tie.

He opened the door to his house, and was immediately greeted by a blossoming smile from Fiona, who immediately hugged Carl and tried to wrap her arms around him with tenderness and warmth, as she always did, (the family having always created a familiar connection with you) but suddenly was stopped by Carl, who put an arm in front of him. Gods, this could go so wrong

just use the right words Carl forced him to think, but before any sound could leave his lips, Lip came down the stairs and then Ian, and before he could blink, everyone was already gathered in the living room.