"You don't have to explain..." Dominic said, laying the dresses on the bed swiftly as he walked to her. "You don't have to explain things to me, but I AM curious. Is this from when you were living with Andrew? Is this something else?" He knelt down there next to her, just so unsure of what to say and not wanting to put words into her mouth. The truth of the matter was, could he have married her, done it the way that they wanted to, she would have been wearing his ring by now. Unfortunately this wasn't about just what he wanted, or even what they wanted, but what was necessary to stay alive.
Though he loved everything about this woman, though he could no longer imagine making it through a day without her, he couldn't marry her for fear of Rodolphus or Bellatrix looking at their union unfavorably and taking it out on her or one of the children. One of. Gods, that was the first time he had thought that way, thought of this new child as one of his children rather than just an abstract idea separated into its own "baby" area.