It was mild, but Alexander refused to give it any more importance than that. It was already done and now they both had to navigate the murky waters of consequence. His fingers curled loosely around hers, holding on while forcing himself not to grip them too tightly.
"Shock is an apt description," he murmured, some tension easing out of his shoulders so they were no longer quite so rigid. His head dropped down, cheek to her forehead. "I believe it required both of us to get to this point," he said quietly, with a hint of a smile. He'd learned to do that after years of living with his mother and being forced to smile at this event or that one whether he wanted to or not. Now it was decidedly not. He'd never wanted children, had no draw to procreate, to hear the little pad of feet on hardwood floors. No desire to teach them, to make a mirror image of himself onto a little being, but now it was done and there were no other options.
"I assume, since I was able to come through the door without a gun pointed at me, that your family doesn't know yet."