"I... I can't... I can't believe this." Ian managed to choke out. On one had, he was happy. He was having a child with Sophie, the woman he was coming to love. On the other, he could only imagine what the elders would say if they found out. Too soon. She wasn't ready yet. They weren't ready yet. He pursed his lips and looked up at his wife. He tried to lighten his expression when he saw her distressed one. "Sophie..." he said, trying his hardest to show the correct emotion on his face.
Sophie sat back on her heels, frowning. She couldn’t understand why he seemed to be so wavering. He hadn’t ever really expressed a desire to have children, but then again, he’d never seemed to be outright against it, either.
"This is good, isn’t it? I mean, it’s not bad…Ian, what’s wrong?"
She blinked hard, holding tears at bay. Damn it, she wasn’t going to get emotional, she was not— “You aren’t happy about this, are you?" She stared at their hands, hers still over his, and then quietly looked at him, waiting for an answer.
