Clint was just as afraid as she was about losing the baby, but he still wanted to try, had wanted to try all along, she could see that now. He hadn’t wanted to effect her decision, hadn’t wanted her to keep it for him or to be afraid he would resent her if she got rid of it. He really would have supported her no matter what she decided, but she was now even more glad she had decided this.

She felt him wince again as he tried to move his head too far, and she softly rubbed the back of his neck, not putting any pressure on for now, not while they were still discussing something so important. It was a promise, though, that she wasn’t finished with him.

“I’m with you. Always,” she said, kissing him wherever she could reach when he pulled her closer. “And if you decide this isn’t what you want at any time, that’s okay. I’ll understand.” She had to give him that out, to make that standing offer just in case, just so he knew she wouldn’t hold him to this, wouldn’t trap him if it became too much.