Oh goddamn it. Sometimes he really hated being right. A lifetime full of comeuppance was about to be delivered all in one... well, delivery.

"Okay... let's not panic..." He was panicking. Quietly. "I'll call an ambulance. Or, wait. Do they do that for babies? I can drive you." Yes, that was a wonderful idea. Only not.

"... I'll have the car meet us downstairs."

This is his Not Panicking face.