Sage sort of sighed in response to her comments, nodding when she spoke. "I don't know if I like having him here or not," he admitted. "I tried not getting too attached, and it's working to a certain extent....but then I go to take care of him and it all gets confusing again," he groaned. "The little guys had a rough time of it ....I honestly expected him to be throwing more of a fit," he admitted with a shrug. "you're perfect with our kids, and that's more than I can ask anyway," he admitted, hoping to boost her up a little bit.

Mari just sort of rolled her eyes and moved to keep on clearing up. Not that there was much to clear up. "It doesn't take much to know, Sage," she started before moving to start putting plates away. "And I know he's your kid. And I know you're going to love him, because you love everything that needs you, but Sage I really don't," she murmured, sort of going quiet before starting to clear the table, sort of making her way into the living room once she'd done that. She looked over at the crib before sort of glancing back to Sage, almost worriedly. "Maybe. But if can't play mother to a child that isn't mine," she eventually finished with a more than heavy sigh.

Sage had sort of huffed out a breath in response to her comment, a sort of spark of irritation forming in response to the girls first comment. She had a bit easier time making a decision than him....there was a bit more in his head than just the kid at that moment. "I know," he said simply in response to her comment about loving the baby. "I'm not asking you to," he said with a shrug, hopping off the counter and wandering over to the living room. "I just don't know what to do besides care for him for right now."

The girl sort of shook her head before going to sit down on the couch, peeling the dry skin on her nails as she tried to think of something to do. To say to him. She wanted to explain her thoughts to him, but she just couldn't... not in any way. Not without sounding so, so horrid. She'd already sounded awful. This was still his kid, and she was trying to keep it in mind... but it was just difficult. "Well what do you want me to do? Sit back and watch you run around trying to look after him? Because I'm not going to do it. I can't do it," she murmured, sort of covering her face with her hands, sort of trying to hide in a way.

Sage sort of sighed in response to her comment, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers, trying to calm himself down a bit. "I don't expect you to do that," he grumbled, not really meaning to sound mad. He wasn't mad, not at her ....he was just mad at the whole situation. At the woman, and how unlucky he seemed to be. But as much as he loved Mari, she wasn't making this any easier on him. She was trying, he knew that, so he was trying so, so hard for her and the kids too. But this was also his kid ...and he was just terrified of becoming his father to one of his own kids. It had always been a fear, and now he was being forced to make a decision that either way it worked the kid would hate him in the future for it. Keep him here with a family who didn't love him, or ship him off somewhere and tell him no one wamted him. Great choice.

Mari groaned at his comment, not really sure what to say. She couldn't in good conscience look after this child. It may be Sages, but he was also the other womans, and it just didn't sit right. She didn't know the woman. She had no idea what this child would end up like... and she wouldn't be able to love him, not like she loved Silas and Liz. Obviously, if Sage wanted to keep him, she'd try her hardest but... the kid would know. People pick up when they're not wanted quite fast. She looked over at him tiredly for a moment, just sort of shaking her head repeatedly. "Well what do you want me to do? You'd run yourself into the ground looking after him, and the horses, and your art, and the children we already have," she listed before sort of wrinkling her nose again and padding upstairs to continue her little cleaning spree.

Sage sort of huffed out another breath before sort of turning to walk along behind her, since she hadn't even waited for him to respond before walking off. "I don't know," he called up to her, a bit irritated now, for whatever reason. It wasn't necessarily at her...it was just overall, he supposed. At the situation, his incapability to figure this out and treat the kid well, the memories.....all of it was just building up and he knew he was fixing to boil over...he was just hoping it wasn't at her or the kids. "Maybe if you stood still for a second we could talk about it and figure something out," he added.

The girl sort of marched around upstairs sort of dropping washing on the bed for later and getting the dirty laundry. At his last comment, she stopped at the bed and dropped the clothes on the bed. "Okay. Let's figure something out," she huffed quickly as she turned to face him. "The kids stays, along with everything else, bar myself," she huffed sarcastically. She wouldn't want that, not at all, but she was just getting angry at the whole situation. "Because all I'm hearing is that you don't know what to do. He's your kid, Sage, figure it out. You either keep him or her can go to a family that might actually want him," she sort of scowled at him before shaking her head and sort of perching on the end of the bed.

Sage had planned to sit down next to the girl, but when she responded in a rather angry tone, he stopped at the door, crossing his arms and taking up an immedietly defensive position. "I'm trying to figure it out, don't get all snappy about it," he huffed back at her, definitely sort of getting a bit irritated she was complaining so much. He understood she wasn't happy about it all...but she didn't have to be so pissy about it. He was doing the best he could. "For goodness sakes Mari, it's not like I'm asking you to become the kids mother with no other thoughts," he said in an admittedly exasperatted tone of voice in response to her other comment. "He was dropped at the doorstep by some woman I hope I never see again. It's not really a situation either of us thought would happen," he added.

The girl just looked at him after a moment, then shook her head angerly. She picked up the laundry basket and furrowed her brows. "Move," she huffed as she moved towards the door, waiting until he'd gotten out of the way and moved to storm down the stairs. "Well what are you asking? I just want you to tell me what you're leaning towards. I just said I really didn't like the idea," she called back up the stairs before starting to get everything washed up.