He supposed his thoughts might have touched on that thought, as well, but if they had it had not lasted long enough for him to recall. He knew Emma well enough to know that she hadn't planned this. More importantly, had that been the case she most certainly wouldn't have run off to Denmark. The whole point of planning such a thing would have been to secure a place for her in his life. Being in Denmark didn't really bring with it any sort of benefit. It was safe to say that Emma had not intended to end up pregnant.
Clint's speculations, however, earned him an unimpressed look. "I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't," he responded. He didn't need to roll his eyes for Clint to hear it in his tone. His exasperation was rather obvious. He was just going to ignore the implications his words put on Emma. She wasn't there to be offended, so he was just moving past it.
Marcus was hard pressed to turn his attention away from the women, especially once the topic of pregnancy had come up. Bloody fucking hell. That was a mood killer. "I think another bottle of whiskey is needed, gorgeous," she smirked, setting the blonde on her feet. Smacking her lightly on the bum, he shot her a wink before settling on watching the way her hips swung as she walked. Sighing, he drew his eyes away from the lovely sight and back to the table. "Not going to lie," he muttered, finishing off his whiskey, "Always thought it'd be Clint to hit that milestone first."