Darcy stayed quiet for a moment, trying to shake the sinking feeling in his stomach. He’d rather hoped she would take a second to answer his implied question. He had wanted to hear her deny that he was disappointing her, or failing her. Brushing over it told him he was right. He cleared his throat, and pushed the feeling away again, forcing that neutrality back into his expression.
“What stress do you mean? About pregnancy, or outside stresses?” he asked. He knew she had been stressed about her mother, and the disappearance of her family had been tough.