He sat and waited. He waited for her to process it. To wage war inside her own head. It sounded crazy, yes. But she had been dreaming of a baby. Steve had no doubt in his mind that Verity would come to accept what he was saying as the truth before long. It might take a minute, it might take days. The amount of time hardly mattered anymore, but Verity needed to know. Steve had no idea if it was something that could have detrimental effect on a woman, but she had the right to know that too. What had they said about women after having babies? No, this wasn't the time to remember things Steve had read in the past.
The realization eventually came. He nodded slowly, respecting what she thought. He imagine she didn't want to be kidnapped either. "It wasn't his," Steve offered, the last good thing Verity could cling on to. For now, Steve wouldn't mention how or why he knew that. That the baby's father was rather distinct in their wizard society. Steve couldn't imagine how horrible Verity would feel thinking Lucas had gotten her pregnant and whisked the baby off to Merlin knew where. Come to think of it, Steve didn't know where the baby was either. Lucas had said France, but he'd also said Verity was in France. For a moment, terror gripped Steve's heart. What if she expected him to bring her the baby? What if he couldn't find the baby?
Fuck, why hadn't he thought about that? Of course she'd want to see it, it was her baby after all! And if she didn't, the father certainly would. Fuck fuck fuck.