Jack woke up again to find Miranda looming over him.
"Don't you ever go away?" he groaned, trying to roll over. He stopped when he realized that she was prodding his stomach. "Stop that..." he grumbled, raising his hand to push her away.
"I'm trying to figure something out..." she hissed. Jack submitted himself to the poking and prodding but tensed up when he heard Miranda gasp.
"Amazing...so soon after the first one...surely you're pleased with the knowledge..." she muttered quietly, half to Jack and half to herself. Jack groaned with irritation.
"Please, don't tell me...don't tell me those things..." he whimpered. The idea of him bearing another child was too much to...well, bear.
"Don't cry, Jack..."
"I'm not crying..."
"Yes, you are."
"No, no I'm not!"
"Touchy..." Miranda muttered to herself.
"It's not my fault!" Jack sobbed.
"Oh, so you're submitting to the truth." Miranda huffed triumphantly. Jack was about to snap at this point.
"I'm not going to have another child!" Jack said. "I won't do it!"
"Shhh, Jack...you handled your first time so beautifully...surely you can handle it again?"
"No...no, I can't...it's something that I would only wish on my worst enemy...I..." Jack closed his eyes as he remembered the joy he felt when he saw Johnny. "...I'll do it. I'll follow through...who knows? Maybe I'll have a daughter that I could name Jill..." Jack smiled. So did Miranda.
"Jill is a lovely name, Jack." she said.