Her sudden change in mood caught him by surprise. Perhaps it shouldn't but it did, and he instinctively reached out for her, holding her hand. 'Ver, you won't be,' he assured her squeezing her hands but still giving her the option to turn it over if she needed to. 'Do you for one moment think that I would let you and Montague be the godparents of my child if I thought there was even the slightest risk of that happening?' he asked, tilting his head as his eyes held onto hers.
'You will be a magnificent mother, you are already a magnificent mother. I have not seen much of Marlowe, but what I have seen...' he smiled. 'That little boy would not be so attached if you were not a brilliant mother, Ver. So why would you treat your own child worse?'