She got comfortable, staring up at the sky and wondering where they'll be soon. They could move or find adventure or...

God she had to stop thinking about children. She couldn't pressure him into an answer. She refused to be that kind of a wife. Darcy played with the ring on her finger, taking a deep breath and letting her mind go blank long enough to open herself up to him, just a little so he could feel her if he wanted. Simple intimacy. Something few get to share.