All the support gave out from Claus' legs for a moment, but he managed to right himself just in time. All of the glasses nearby shattered, on all the tables, or in everyone's hands, they're all gone now. Kaboom. Claus kept his hands firmly on Lash's shoulders.

What follows was unfiltered brain discharge.

"You... Me... Dad... I am... You.... Baby. Baby. But. We. Used. Con.... How... I mean... Good. I'm."

A breath, Claus' eyes as big as dinner plates.

"You... You're happy."

He placed his other hand on her stomach.

"You're happy."