The kiss both surprises and soothes her, and her eyes fall closed, her hand hovering before gently laying at his shoulder. She gently relaxes into the kiss, something of relief in the way she sinks closer to him. She would never mean to think so little of him, it's more complicated than that, and she would explain it if she ever needed to. Their lives, both of them, have never been straightforward, or safe for that matter, and something as impossible as a child might have been too much for them.

Those fears are dissipating now, but still some linger - the fear of this unknown future, of something so unexpected. She'd never counted on being a mother - the men in her life weren't naturally drawn to family life, and nor was she. She'd been imprisoned for most of it, the rest spent running. Now, all that was looking to change.

"How still?" she asks him, daring a little humour into this emotional conversation. "You're not going to be one of those overprotective father types, are you?" She looks up at him with a small smile, testing the waters.