Peggy got steadily more angry with his attitude, his self piteous loathing that scraped at her more than any negative test could. She was getting worse, her patience on thin ice. She reached out and grabbed his shirt, tugging him to her properly and kissing him hard, almost punishingly so. She couldn't take the vitriol, the blind way he was looking at things. Peg punished him with her lips and teeth, only pulling back to pant. "You say one more damn thing about it being your fault and I will punch you in the gut, Barnes."
She always got more angry and more angry when her energy was gone. It was a hangover from her army days when nothing kept her going like being mad at the world. "It has been four fucking months. Every month is only a 20% chance for perfectly fertile couples, which is what we are. You are going to get me pregnant and we are going to have a beautiful baby. Stop hating yourself because it's stressing out everyone in this house."