Contrast him with John; while seemingly supportive when she announced that she was expecting April, his rigidity of mind soon came into play and made him something of an obstruction. As we all know, he balked at the idea of home birth, he acted as if giving the child a trendy, modern name was out of the question because traditional names were best, he reacted to Lamaze class by being coated in flopsweat caused by the shrieking horror of dealing with women's business and, above all, he sat on his fat ass and pouted like a little boy confronted with liver and onions when asked to help with April.
You'd look back at this and think that Lynn would acknowledge that Steve Nichols is the better father; you'd be as wrong as we all were when we assumed that the Fauxposal would be an example of the sort of hackneyed D-movie romantic banter that Majors Burns and Houlihan traded in the first four seasons of MASH. Just as Lynn thinks that two mopey idiots sitting on a couch staring into the ether as they guess that they're engaged is the Best Proposal EVER, she thinks that since John's uninvolved ass is physically contiguous to the brood he ignores while Steve is physically absent from the loved ones he wishes he were near, he's a better father because we can see him. As I keep reminding myself, Lynn doesn't quite have enough imagination to see that absence makes the heart grow fonder; her trust issues mandate that she makes it into 'go wander'.