Smirking slightly, Darcy arched her eyebrows in playful offense and caught her bottom lip between her teeth again. She wanted to tease him and point out that he'd just called her babies weird, but she had a feeling that he would feel guilty and apologize when she didn't need an apology; she was amused. "Imagine how it feels for me," she pointed out.
With a soft sigh, Darcy shook her head. "Pregnant or not, I'm a cow," she said decisively. "Hopefully I can work it all back off and get my figure back, though. I used to be a hottie," she said wistfully, almost with a note of nostalgia. Darcy missed her waist. She missed all the cute clothes and stares from men when she walked by. Now, she still got stares, but it was from everyone, practically, and it was always at her stomach instead of her chest or her rear. It was kind of a bummer, if she was honest.
Besides, even the one person here that she really wanted to look at her like that — Clark — didn't. He looked at her, half the time, like she was made of glass and the other half like she was a big sister or something. He'd said that he liked her and he'd asked her out — even if they hadn't had a chance to go, yet — but he didn't look at her the way Dexter had; the way Marcus had. If she was honest with herself, it made her sad. She wondered if he ever would or if she would be forever doomed to suddenly being the girl someone liked for her personality alone. Darcy didn't like that because Darcy didn't understand that. She was trying and she certainly understood that she loved Clark's personality, for example, but she knew that, no matter how hard she worked to become a better person, she would still always find Clark physically attractive first and foremost. She supposed someone couldn't really fix being shallow.
Her smile brightened when Clark complimented her name choices. She'd thought very hard about them. Her smile faltered, though, when not only did he pause — which lent Darcy the idea that he had almost said Kon but had consciously stopped himself — but he followed up with Jor-El. Darcy didn't know who that person was, but the -El made her think of Kal-El and her stomach turned uncomfortably against the very idea. Instead of letting her distaste show, she prodded, allowing a small grin that didn't quite reach her eyes at the joke he'd made. "Who's that?" she asked, assuming it was someone that he knew.
When Clark looked away from her, Darcy tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked away too. The fleeting happiness that came from touching Clark's face sunk immediately when he broke eye contact. He was sending mixed signals. Clark said he liked her "a lot" but he shied away from her touch. Darcy was starting to think maybe coming here had been a better idea at the time than it was in practice.
But then he spoke and agreed to tea. Clark got up and Darcy started to push herself up as well when he offered his hand. Giving him a sheepish sort of smile and trying to ignore the way her cheeks got hot and pink at the offering, Darcy took his hand and felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach in spite of the twins that were taking up so much space there. She let Clark pull her to her feet and for a moment, she didn't let go. Remembering the way he'd looked away, though, Darcy gave his hand a quick squeeze, nodding a thank you, and she moved toward the kitchen, one hand on her back for support as she waddled in that direction. "Okay, sounds good," she agreed to his offer to help.