Lydia knows staying calm is imperative. But she can't, not right now and she tunes out again, wrapping her arms around Sam's waist to press closer, shoulders shaking as she cries. She can't even say that they're good tears, not entirely, not when they're almost as much fear and anger (at herself, for lying for so long and denying Sam - the both of them - this.) as they are from happiness.

But she's having a daughter. They're having a daughter. And she's normal and healthy right now and she's perfect and Lydia just...she just can't stop crying.