Shay looked at Fitz when he didn't complete the sentence. He looked pain, and it didn't help her confidence.
Well, of course? Why would he want to be a parent with you? You're a fucking murderer!
Shay winced and rubbed her head. "It's not... perfecting timing, but we'll make it work," she said loud enough for him to hear.
She stood up and approached him, wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his body. She didn't want to be alone and cold on the couch.
"We'll be good. You'll be good. Just think, eight months, and you'll be able to look at our babies face and say 'Hi, I'm your dad, and I love you.'"