She's crying, but still manages a laugh when he suggests that she make an honest man out of him. This is all happening really fast, and she knows that neither of them are sure what to do. But the thought that they could find a way to bring a life into the world and make it work is reassuring on some level. He's right in that the silver lining is they'd all have the same last name. She wouldn't have to worry about being unwed. Her baby would have its father in their life. They'd be a family.

"Then let's do it," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Let's get married." It's hard to prevent a giddy little laugh from bubbling forward. She had been so afraid he might turn her away. How stupid is that?