Is this narrative sophisticated? 
Ok here’s a slight reiteration including Emma’s true feelings: Opening Scene: Liam’s Departure

“No… I’m sorry… it’s not my body, and I understand that. I respect that, but—I need to leave.” As he turned for the door—his crumpled jacket still in the spot where he’d tossed it earlier—caught on his boot. “Goodbye Emma, you know how to reach me, but please—don’t call me tonight.” He muttered as she reached for his nape, but her hand fell into open air, her touch devoid of warmth.

“Liam—it’s cells… it’s not a—” She began, but he grabbed his jacket, his fists clenching in the denim as she folded her arms around her abdomen and averted her eyes.

“Don’t you say that. I realize I’m powerless. But it’s my child, Emma, not cells.” The air in the room almost slapped him across the face as he slid out the door and faced the chill of the night, her tears turning into an echo as he walked away, his footsteps nailing an invisible coffin as he gained momentum. His strides grew longer, not daring to glance back.

Emma’s Solitude

She nudged the door closed with a tense shoulder, its heavy thud reverberating through her chest as she slid down its oak surface and buried her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell him about the endometriosis, he’d be so… heartbroken… and I’m failing you…” she whispered to the week-old child, fear suffocating her words. The night had no answers, no warmth, as she fell asleep with her arms wrapped around her thighs, her back against the locked door.

Liam’s Return

Hours passed as Liam dragged his fatigued arm to knock on her door, his tear-stained eyes met with the dim porch light. “Emma, it’s 3am and I—” he began, when the door gave way to his second knock. She stood, shaking in the doorway, and he pulled her into a rough embrace and she collapsed further into his arms.

“Liam I—” She tried, but he said nothing for a moment that spoke for them both.

Additional Scene: Emotional Confrontation

“Liam? Look at me. I didn’t tell you because…”

His jaw clenched in anger that didn’t reach his pained eyes as he stared at the wall. His arms, closing in around him, flinched as she reached out to touch him.

“No, Emma, I—I understand if we lose this baby, but… I can’t lose you. If termination saves you, then… that wins over anything. I cannot say it enough.” His voice skirted a whisper as she left the sofa, exhaustion cutting off her tears.

“I never meant to do so much damage,” she began, before he rose and reined her in from behind.

“Damage? No. Life is unfair. But I won’t hear you say that.” Liam’s voice, insistent as the intensity of his gaze into the hallway, leant heat and comfort to her ear.

“You won’t leave again?” she asked, not moving from his vice-grip, his head resting on her shoulder.

“Not unless you throw me out. Emma, I—I’ll take the day off tomorrow, and we’ll see your specialist together.”
 
“But Liam… what if I want to keep this pregnancy..I confronted the risks years ago , but imagine if this child survived , and we could be happy -“. Spinning her around in his arms, he tilted his forehead against hers with a gruff “Please-let’s discuss the outcomes with a professional , I can’t even process this right now-“ . Her voice cracked as she replied, “ Li’ ..thank you for staying. I can’t face this alone…” . His hand , running along her clavicle as she sighed , came to rest by her cheek. “You’ll never be alone in this .. you’re my fiancé because you’re still my future-“ . It seemed a long shot , as that future loomed sorrow yet hope. ///