Part of Darcy wanted to cry again. Clark insisted that he really thought she was beautiful, and not only that, but the way he'd said it — like it was common knowledge or something — made her all but melt right then and there. Darcy, for the first time in she couldn't actually remember how long, was rendered completely speechless.
For a second, Darcy thought he was going to kiss her and her heart fluttered in anticipation. When he didn't, though, her disappointment was softened significantly by Clark's body language. He looked...nervous. He looked like she felt. Clark stumbled his way through his response to her and turned away quickly, eliciting a bright smile that he completely missed upon its first appearance.
The smile widened even more and she had to ignore the tiny bit of guilt tugging at her, telling her it wasn't okay to smile that much; it wasn't okay to laugh, because they were supposed to be planning a funeral, not flirting. But, really, she'd come over to make Clark feel better, hadn't she? And she seemed to be unintentionally succeeding, didn't she? "Idea thief," she teased in a low voice as she attempted — and failed — to make her expression a serious one of disapproval.
With a little bit of hesitation, Darcy sat down in the chair. "I'm pregnant, Clark, not an invalid," she pointed out, although he wasn't exactly wrong. She probably shouldn't have been on her feet as much as she had been in the past few days. Darcy decided that these boys were it; no more, because being pregnant and chasing after Jo had been a little too much and Darcy didn't want a years long repeat. Her mind might change, she thought, under the right circumstances, but for now...Ethan and Sammy were the first and last of their kind as far as she was concerned.
Darcy wanted to keep the mood light. She hadn't seen Clark smile in days until tonight and she didn't want to lose that momentum. "You look sexy being all domestic, you know," she blurted out while trying to figure out a more playful way of saying that very thing. But, once it was said, it was said and so rather than look like the deer in headlights she felt she was being, Darcy gave a coy smirk and cocked her eyebrows just once before the smirk softened into another genuine smile.