"I'll grant that," Marcus shrugged, "I made a horrible mess of this. How do I fix it Morgan?"
"I was stupid enough to actually believe that. And...maybe it was my fault. I shouldn't have gone and gotten so damn indignant like I did." He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "You're kidding right? I know it's not a cute little thing to play with. It doesn't change the fact that the child- or children as it may be, are here. Maybe. If Nadia didn't abort them already."
He sat back and stared out into the distance. "She's afraid that she'll be a bad mother." He put his head in his hands, once again recalling the conversation. "I was so daft Morgan. There were a million things I could have done differently and I didn't do any of them. Maybe that's proof I would be terrible at this. She had the grace not to say so, but she had to be thinking it. She genuinely thinks she'd be bad at it, but you should see her with children. They gravitate to her. She just needs the faith I have in her."