Post by pierce on Jun 20, 2016 22:27:16 GMT -5
Clint always felt sort of hollow at the sight of Wyatt's tears, they were never a welcome sight unless he made her laugh so hard that she cried. But these weren't happy tears at all. They were frightened tears and they scared the shit out of him more than the floor littered with positive pregnancy sticks did. He wore an expression of mixed guilt, concern, and uncertainty as he held her tighter in attempt to quell her shaking.
"I don't either," he admitted softly, letting out a heavy sigh before trying to gain a little perspective on this. He had to be the problem solver, and they definitely wouldn't be able to think straight sitting on the bathroom floor like they were. "First let's... get out of this bathroom okay," he spoke, mostly just for something to say before he shifted, maneuvering his position and his arms to pick Wyatt in her fit of tears off the ground. He stood up with her and took care as he passed out of the doorway, glancing at the bed for a split second but deciding against putting her down there. That's where it had happened. He didn't think it would be wise for either of them to try and think about this there. So he carried her in to the living room - lowering himself down upon their loveseat, cradling Wyatt... the mother of his potential child.
It wasn't something he thought would happen, especially not like this. Again, they'd never talked about having duplicates of themselves. It was unthought of to bring children in to their work situation. They barely had time to be a couple together as it was. "Maybe we should get a second opinion," he said, in attempted consolation.
Maybe it was naive wishful thinking to hope that maybe the tests were faulty and cheap, "we could go to the clinic tomorrow?" Clint offered, lifting his hand to brush some tears from her cheek, though deep down he knew that they wouldn't tell them anything they didn't already know. It just all made sense, it all fit. But maybe, just maybe if they pretended that it wasn't 100% certain - maybe they could get at least a little rest for what was likely to be a hell of a day. Anything to get her to stop crying like that, the more she cried the more his heart swelled with pain.
"I don't either," he admitted softly, letting out a heavy sigh before trying to gain a little perspective on this. He had to be the problem solver, and they definitely wouldn't be able to think straight sitting on the bathroom floor like they were. "First let's... get out of this bathroom okay," he spoke, mostly just for something to say before he shifted, maneuvering his position and his arms to pick Wyatt in her fit of tears off the ground. He stood up with her and took care as he passed out of the doorway, glancing at the bed for a split second but deciding against putting her down there. That's where it had happened. He didn't think it would be wise for either of them to try and think about this there. So he carried her in to the living room - lowering himself down upon their loveseat, cradling Wyatt... the mother of his potential child.
It wasn't something he thought would happen, especially not like this. Again, they'd never talked about having duplicates of themselves. It was unthought of to bring children in to their work situation. They barely had time to be a couple together as it was. "Maybe we should get a second opinion," he said, in attempted consolation.
Maybe it was naive wishful thinking to hope that maybe the tests were faulty and cheap, "we could go to the clinic tomorrow?" Clint offered, lifting his hand to brush some tears from her cheek, though deep down he knew that they wouldn't tell them anything they didn't already know. It just all made sense, it all fit. But maybe, just maybe if they pretended that it wasn't 100% certain - maybe they could get at least a little rest for what was likely to be a hell of a day. Anything to get her to stop crying like that, the more she cried the more his heart swelled with pain.
