"For God's sake, don't play the martyr," he says testily, his jaw tightening as her hands splay over the curve of her belly. Even if it's unconscious, it's a low blow. "I promised I'd tell you beforehand. Which I am. I promised I wouldn't take the Bullet unless there were literally no other options. And I'm not. I won't even bring it as a contingency if you're this bent out of shape about it."

He can feel the lie of the last bit on his tongue as it's said, but he swallows it back down. "I'm going to be fine."