The hand in his hair felt almost like she was trying to comfort him, and it made him a little sadder. Maybe that wasn't her intent, he didn't know her mind. And had promised, he was sure, that he'd never do that.
"No, we ain't talked about it at all." He shook his head. "But yer right in that thought, now and here might not be right. The City ain't a place I see as fit for raisin' a little one. If we were someplace else, I'd love to have a baby with you, darlin'. Know that as fact. If we were someplace else, maybe we could have a little house, and boring lives, maybe there'd be a weddin chapel and a party. A little family."
Jesse didn't know if he should be saying all of this. He didn't even know if it was something that Zoe would ever want, or had ever thought of. But he was saying it, and unless he was going to erase her memory of the last few moments, there was no taking it back.
"That said, I know it's a mighty difficult thing to have taken away from you. To not have any kind of choice in the matter, no say. I'm here for ya, sweetheart, however you need me to be."
Even if that thing was to heal her up, which he was sure he could do. She'd have to ask though. That was not a thing he was going to step in and do without permission like he'd done for her other healings.