He wasn't worried his father would kill the baby. Ford was right. Cash looked at his next fingernail, began picking at the cuticle there, too. "I'm worried about other things happening to the baby," Cash admitted. His throat worked up and down if he tried to find a way to explain it. "If she dies, I —"

If she died, Cash was the only parent. If the distance of his own childhood had helped make Cash nervous, then the things done to him over the past decade-and-a-bit had only made him worse. The baby, their son, was going to need someone warm, someone — someone better as a parent. If Adrienne died, then the baby was just — a Lestrange.

It was worse that the child was a boy, Cash thought.

"There were — they broke me," Cash said quietly.