Over time, Ford had gotten far better at communicating with Darcy, to speak his mind and drop the snarly facade when he needed to. To actually share. Thank God for that, otherwise they wouldn't be having this much-needed conversation.

"It's not that I don't want to be a dad. It's more that I shouldn't be." He paused for a sip of tea, silent a moment longer after he had lowered the mug. "Before you it was easy. I didn't have to think about it. I wasn't going to be a dad and that was it. I didn't have to think about whether I wanted to be or not."

he sighed, leaning more heavily against her, hi mouth against the back of her shoulder. "And just so you know," he mumbled. "I'm very close to getting all philosophical and brooding on you."