Dominic pulled her closer to him. "I'm not ashamed of loving you, of being with you either...I don't want to have to keep things secret." He said stroking her hair with his hands. "But I don't want to get you or Hannah or our baby hurt, but I want to be with you. Gods damn it, I deserve to be with you, to wake up with you every morning and..."
Unbeknownst to him, his secret dreams mirrored her own a good deal. He dreamed of seeing her mussed hair every morning, sharing their mug of coffee with her every morning, arguing with her on raising Hannah and their child when he became too overly protective...all of the little things. But his fears...and they were there, refused to let him marry her publically without the blessing and assurance--at least, the worthless reassurance of a madman killer--of the Lestranges. This would mean a great deal of extra work and sucking up, because it was important to him, somehow, that Hestia be his legal wife even if it was just a piece of paper and a ring, and that this child not endure the stigma of being illegitmate. "Gods, Hestia, I wish we lived somewhere where we could just get wed like normal people and do what we want and not have to worry about godsdamned Rodolphus Lestrange breaking down the door while I'm away and stealing everything from me."