Phillip's anger turned into full on rage. This wasn't something that either of them had planned on, but it was here now and both of them had gotten where they were in the company by thinking on their feet and adapting. Though he didn't raise his voice or throw a fit, there was a dangerous glint to his eyes that showed that the cat had metaphorically put out its claws.
"Maybe...but I'm sure those workaholic weekends would be a decent relief after all that time on the road. A kid needs a place to put down roots. They need to go to the same school for a while, make friends, go to the same doctor more than once..." Phillip knew, because though he loved his family, his childhood had sorely been lacking in consistency.
"Regardless of what you think, Whitney, I still have a soul. I am a damn good son and brother, and I'd be a half decent father. Did you ever think that's why we should consider this whole marriage thing? On our own, a kid would probably turn up with enough problems to put a shrink's great grandchildren through school, but together...together we might be able to do enough to make a decent parent."