The thought of it... Clio with his child. Their child. A brother or sister for Ella, the four of them a family together. It filled his chest with an emotion he couldn't put a name to, longing and worry pulsing in tandem. Could they do it? Could they steal happiness for themselves and get away clean?
"I want," Will said, reaching a hand up to stroke her cheek with his thumb, "to be a family. I think of us as a family. I guess... we never really talked about how that... What's that look like, for you?" He was doing it all arse-backwards as usual, asking her what she thought about commitment and marriage right after she'd told he she wanted to have his baby. Lucky he'd fallen for a woman who'd never been too bothered by the conventional.