He sighed heavily and allowed the silence of the night to brew between them. The restless that had first forced him from bed already making his free hand fist and unclench with his pent up frustration and energy. There was nothing to be done, not really. The situation with Odina was what it was, and he should've known and accepted the risks of fathering a child when they had first slept together. Beau was no stranger to where children came from, he knew the act required to reproduce was the very same base behavior he so thoroughly enjoyed. Siring a child — a son — he had no hand in raising was a consequence he should've been prepared to accept.

He wasn't, though. Not in the least.

Beau withdrew his hand from the soft swell of her stomach and folded his arms across his chest. Eva was headstrong, it was one of his favorite traits of hers, but just once he wished she might've listened to him. Just once he wished she wouldn't push back when he demanded space. "You wanted me to come back to bed, I'm here," he pointed out, his brewing anger evident in his tone. "There's nothing wrong, nothing to talk about. Just go to sleep, for the love of God."