Because she thinks our baby is a mistake, Will thought with a twinge of bitterness, or guilt, or some miserable combination of the two.
No, it was more than that. Marian thought their baby was a mistake because she believed that any child born into their Sherwood family was going to suffer for it. She was terrified for all of them, Dan, Michaela, Evie... She loved them, she'd told Will, and she'd protect them, she'd fight tooth and nail for them... but a part of her would always wish they weren't here, to spare them, because she thought it was the only way they'd ever be spared.
And how could he do that to Marian, give her name to a child she thought was doomed? How could he do it to their daughter, give her the name of someone who mourned her existence? It was a twist of the knife each way.
Will closed his hand around Clio's outstretched one, but his answer was longer in coming. He hadn't wanted to tell her about the upset with Marian. Hadn't want to rehash it all, though he'd wound up doing that in the silence of his own miserable head anyhow. He especially hadn't wanted to repeat Marian's words, the things she'd said about their daughter. (Selfish. Mistake.)
"She's... going through it still," he said at length. His voice felt stiff and tight, like he was having to force the words round a boulder in his chest. "All the Sheriff shit. She's scared for the kids."