"Maybe because you're so tense," teases Meredith, though she's nervous herself. Despite the responsibility she bears in all this, she's tried to avoid any sense that this is meant to be hers, too, that this belongs to her. He's her family and Theresa is his, but she isn't Theresa's mother and can't be, that's been clear enough since he first brought it up. Besides, she's told herself, she never wanted children. Actually holding Theresa in her arms, though, listening to her prattle on, it would be hard not to love her. She smiles down at the baby, wrinkling up her nose a little. "It's okay, I think he's just a little scared of you."