“It says you are a judgmental person who likes to jump to conclusions.” He passed on to the drink, while he put his own down. He still drank, but after Mackenzie’s accident he slightly toned down with alcohol. She might have gotten her sight back, but there wasn’t a day he didn’t felt guilty. Because of him, she could never be a mother and give birth to her own child.
“Can’t pass judgment without something to feed into it.” She said with a shrug, before turning her back to him, reorganizing the already straightened magazines. Now she was really just killing time, and just the thought of telling him was making her nervous. In part because she didn’t know how he would react, but it wasn’t that. She saw how he was with Blaise and Wes’s daughter or Hudson and Catherine’s. He loved them as if they were his own and so she really doubted his reaction would be negative. Perhaps what she worried more about was getting his hopes up only to lose the baby in the days to come and shatter everything. She knew him, and no matter how well he thought he was at hiding his emotions, she could see through the mask.
