It's your wedding day. Your maid of honor raises her glass, announces she's pregnant, and thanks the donor: your new husband. Wyatt thinks it's a perfectly logical arrangement, and he swears he told you. Technically, he did, a week ago in the car, while laughing like it was a joke.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I told you about this last week. I thought we were good—weren't we?"