Sniffing just once and letting out a soft huff, Darcy shook her head as Clark sat beside her and put a hand on her stomach, telling her what she already knew. For a moment, she ignored him, reaching for his other hand and placing it on her stomach as well. "Samuel Conner," she said softly, moving his right hand to the top of her stomach and pushing down on it enough to jostle the baby who she then felt kick back in response. Her eyes were on Clark's hands as she moved his left hand to the opposite side of her stomach and down toward her waist.
Finally, she looked back up at him as she prodded at the baby there with her own hand until it slid a foot up and down against Clark's palm. "Ethan Clark," she said, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she sniffed again and blinked back another round of tears. Almost as quickly as she felt the prickle of them threatening, the feeling was gone again. It took an effort to push away the wish that Clark was the father, half because she liked him so much and half because at least there would be a father that wouldn't be anywhere near as likely to abandon them.
Her eyes moved away then and she left her hands on top of Clark's as the babies shifted beneath them. "It's the hormones," she finally responded to Clark's original reaction to her tears. "Sometimes...I don't even know why I'm crying when I cry. Thing About Pregnancy I Don't Talk About But That You're Going To Learn, Number One," she replied. It was mostly true. Most of the time, she didn't know why she was crying. "I caught myself crying over a toilet paper commercial a few days ago, because the Golden Retriever puppies were so damn cute," she added for emphasis. This time, though, she did know. She just didn't necessarily want to tell Clark that, yet.
Darcy looked back up at Clark and smiled, although it didn't really reach her eyes. "Don't tell anybody the names, okay?" she asked quietly. "I heard it's bad luck to tell too many people. I just kind of wanted...I guess...to make sure it's okay...with you...?" she asked awkwardly. Partially, she was asking about Kon's name, even though Clark had already given her the go-ahead. The other part was asking permission for his. It flowed so nicely with Ethan's, after all, and she really wanted it, but if he said no because he wasn't comfortable with that, Darcy would survive. She'd think of something else.
Yes, Darcy knew she was avoiding the situation at hand and she was doing it on purpose. Clark had his own problems and she was here to help him through them, not bog him down with her own. "I really am okay," she insisted, at that thought, "as okay as I can be, anyway. It's really the hormones, mostly, I promise. You just...looked so sad and if a TP commercial can set me off..." she joked slightly, voice trailing off. "But I'll...I'm okay," she finished, correcting herself, lest Clark latch onto it and decide to use the I'll as ammunition to push further when he was supposed to be the one that needed to talk, not her.