Previously:

"I guess I got freaked out," I say.

"About what?" he asks.

"The baby. It just feels so real and scary," I say. "I mean, can we really do this?"

"I know it's a big thing. But we can do this, we love each other."

"We're going to be parents... It's scary," I say.

"I'm scared too. But I believe we can do this. I love you."

"I love you too. I just have no idea how to be a dad. I don't know if I"m ready."

"Sam, what are you saying?"

"I-"

Now: 

"What is it?" Colby asks.

"I can't do this, It's too much," I say. 

"Sam-" he says, reaching for me. 

"No, don't," I say. 

"Sam, just tell me what's going on," he says. "I'm your husband. You can tell me."

"Stop saying that!" 

"Saying what? Husband?" he asks, confused. 

"Yes," I say. 

"I thought you wanted this. Marriage, kids," he says. 

"So did I," I say. 

"Well, it's a little too late for both of those things now Sam," he growls, glaring at me. 

My eyes fill with tears at the thought of him being mad at me. I just don't know how to handle all of this. His expression softens when he sees my face. I know he's about to apologize and I can't take that so I run out of the house and get into my car, driving away. I turn up the radio and the tears fall. That was my mistake. 

A rush of noise and a crash is all hear. Then music from the radio as I look down at the scene unfolding. 

AN: I'm sorry. I have this weird desire to write angst. And I felt like it was getting boring.