Darcy watched Clark's face carefully, trying to gauge his reaction. She was happy to see the small smile creeping across his lips. It was good to see Clark smile, especially since he was that much more attractive to her when he did. That wasn't, of course, to say that she found him unattractive otherwise, because she definitely didn't, but it was, never the less, a welcome reaction, as far as Darcy was concerned. "It's really cool, right?" she asked quietly, her lips turning upward in a smile of their own. "Being able to feel them in there, I mean. It's one thing to see that I'm a fucking cow, but totally another to feel them really moving."
The initial reaction to Baby B's new name wasn't exactly what Darcy was looking for and part of her deflated, wondering if he was going to turn down the request. It was one thing to name Baby A after Kon, but she wondered if she was treading too heavily by asking to use Clark's name for Baby B. When he pulled his hand away and looked down, Darcy opened her mouth to tell him that she didn't have to use the name if he didn't want her to.
But, before she could say a word, he looked back up at her and something in his eyes told her it was all right with him, after all. Then, he vocalized that thought and Darcy smiled brightly at him. "Yeah? I'm so glad. I've really been turning these names over in my head for a few weeks...well Ethan Clark and Samuel anyway; I hadn't thought of a middle name for Sam, until last week," she said, stalling out before continuing on to mention again how Kon had been keeping an eye out for her while Clark was away. This wasn't a moment that she wanted to bring down that way, that quickly, by any means. "Thank you," she added, chewing her bottom lip and going on smiling lightly through it. The gratitude was both toward Clark's giving permission and to his agreement not to tell anyone about the names she'd chosen.
When he made his joke at her expense, Darcy giggled slightly in response, looking back at him. "Good plan," she joked back. And just like that, the two of them had another in joke, this one a bit more personal than the others and in Darcy's old world, in jokes meant friendships. She liked that.
After a moment, Darcy's smile started to fade slightly as she looked back at him. She wasn't frowning, per se, just not smiling as brightly. She still had one hand on her stomach in Ethan's vicinity, but she reached her other hand up slowly to gently push Clark's hair back a little, away from his face. "You look so tired, sweetie..." she observed quietly. "I can see it in your eyes, I mean..." she added gently, so as not to offend him or make him think that she meant he looked awful, because Clark never looked awful to her. In fact, Clark always looked perfect in Darcy's eyes.
Her hand slid slowly down and lingered at Clark's jaw for a moment before she reluctantly let it fall away from his face entirely and back to her stomach. She didn't want to push him; she just wanted to know that she was there. There was an attempt of silent communication through Darcy's eyes to him in which she tried to tell him that it was okay to be exhausted; God knew she was. It was okay for him to be sad; she was, too, and she barely knew Kon. But mostly, what Darcy had tried to say without uttering a single word was that if he wanted to talk, she very much wanted to listen...and if he didn't, that was okay, too.
Taking a deep breath, Darcy moved her hands off her stomach again and rested them on either side of herself on the couch, preparing to push herself back to her feet. "Want me to make that tea, now...?" she offered, arching her eyebrows in question at him. Either way, she thought she might make it because she kind of needed it, but she thought it less rude to ask Clark if he wanted any, first, before just heading off to the kitchen of someone else's apartment.