Ford was listening to Cash's breathing change. He hadn't expected him to say anything, but it seemed like a positive sign that he had. “Adrienne,” he said; not a question but an assumption. There weren't many other people that Cash could have been talking about; Ford didn't know of many women who were important to him to this degree. And the timeline made sense — she was heavily pregnant. Pregnancy didn't always go smoothly.
It crossed his mind to ask about the baby, but — he didn't want to talk about the child she might be dying for. He doubted Cash did either. It felt like there was still something bigger and more important hanging in the air. Maybe that was wrong, or selfish, for Ford not to care about the baby yet — but the baby was a person he didn't know, didn't care about, didn't love, and Cash was in his bedroom practically in pieces, and they thought his wife was dying.
“That's not your fault,” he said softly.
It crossed his mind to ask about the baby, but — he didn't want to talk about the child she might be dying for. He doubted Cash did either. It felt like there was still something bigger and more important hanging in the air. Maybe that was wrong, or selfish, for Ford not to care about the baby yet — but the baby was a person he didn't know, didn't care about, didn't love, and Cash was in his bedroom practically in pieces, and they thought his wife was dying.
“That's not your fault,” he said softly.
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