Dylan: pacing the room Fucking hell, I can't believe this. We're gonna be parents, huh?
stops pacing, looks directly at Christopher Look, Chris, I'm... excited, but we need to figure this shit out. We can't just wing it like every other thing we've done.
rubs his temples, trying to gather his thoughts Alright, first things first, we need to find a doctor here in Barcelona. I don't want you going rogue or anything.
pulls out his phone and starts searching for a doctor Alright, let's see... "best ob-gyn in Barcelona, English-speaking." Got a few options here.
calls the clinic, asks for an appointment Hey, yeah, I'd like to schedule an appointment for my girlfriend. Uh, yeah, today would be good. Okay, thanks. hangs up
grabs Dylan's hand I'm scared.
squeezes Christopher's hand reassuringly I know, babe. It's okay to be scared. We're in this together, remember? We'll get through this, I promise.
takes a deep breath, steadying himself Alright, Chris. Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go to the clinic, get you checked out, and from there we'll take it one step at a time.
puts his arm around Christopher and leads him towards the door Then we'll make sure you're comfortable. Maybe we can get you some comfortable clothes, maybe bring in some pillows and blankets.
At the clinic, Dylan and Christopher learn that the baby is healthy and they are given instructions on how to care for the pregnancy. However, Dylan experiences a sudden and intense fear of parenthood, leading to a heated argument between him and Christopher.
tears in eyes You don’t want our baby anymore?
frustrated, pacing back and forth No, that's not what I meant! I didn't say I don't want our baby. Fuck, Chris, why can't you just get it?
It’s just… you’ve been acting strange lately, you were fine on the plane but now you’re just…
runs a hand through his hair, exasperated I'm sorry if I've been acting weird, alright? It's just...this whole situation is overwhelming, you know?
Is it because you have a lot of kids already?
pauses, then sighs Look, it's not about the number of kids, Chris. It's about the responsibility, the weight of it all.
So you’ve changed your mind?
leans against the wall, looking conflicted I haven't changed my mind, Chris. I'm still here for you, but... I need time to process all this.
Ok well I’m going to tell your family
panicked, tries to stop Christopher No, Chris, you can't just tell my family yet. I need more time to figure things out, okay?