[She stumbles over her words, something that she doesn't often do. Instead of pulling away, she curls her body closer to his, letting him comfort her with his arms, with his kisses, with his words. He does the best that he can, reaching out to shut the gas on the stove just as it begins to whistle, his arm wrapping around her again.]

It's okay. [He reassures her again.] If it happens, then we deal with it. But, babe, until we know for sure, then s'okay to not want it, you know? If it happens before we're ready, then it happens. I didn't really want kids, and then I found out about Beth, and it was like - everything changed. [She knows this. They've talked about it so many times. He kisses her forehead again.] I don't wanna have another one until we're ready, but if it happens, then I'm going to be a fucking great father. And I'm gonna love that crazy loud Jew baby. But until we know for sure that we're having one, I don't want one. That help? [tl;dr If you told him in the beginning that you were late, he would have felt the same way: relieved that you weren't, but a little disappointed, because of Beth's awesomeness and how amazing it would be to watch Rachel have his baby, a baby they'd keep and raise. But mostly relieved. There will be time for loud Jew babies. Now is not that time.]