Steve's naked except for an old t-shirt of Eddie's. It's worn and frayed, and pulled up towards his neck, exposing his small, swollen breasts. He's on his knees, one hand rubbing his baby bump, the other clinging to the headboard seemingly for dear life. "I'm okay."

He doesn't sound okay. His breathing sounds uneven and heavy. Eddie climbs up on the bed beside him, his hand meeting Steve's over his stomach. He can feel their pup kick them back and an instinct to protect