Desperation
She sat on the edge of the bed staring at him with wide, wet eyes, begging him to speak. For the first time in all of the years they'd known one another, she couldn't read his face.
He knew that he was scaring her with his reticence. And she was staring at him with those beautiful, yet teary blue eyes waiting for him to say something, anything that would reassure her that they were going to be okay.
"Jack?"
He knelt in front of her, placing a hand on her belly and kissed her deeply. "I didn't think I could ever want this again."