Clio was sick to the back teeth of having this conversation and part of her wanted to stomp on Marian's feet for putting it in Will's head before Hazel was even born. But here they were, and she didn't think stomping on feet was going to solve anything.
"Maudlin," she said instead, leaning in to rub her nose against his cheek. "There's no way to know that. It very well could be. I am not going to regret having children with you. No matter how much you try to say I should."