He was a bit surprised when she got up, and banished his own paperwork to table, before wrapping his arms around her waist as she sat in his lap. Kissing her shoulder, he looked up at her and gave a small nod, a small smile on his lips. "It is. And we don't have to love. If you're not ready..."
Watching her think it over, however, he kissed her neck softly this time, and thought about it himself. They had Marlowe, which almost felt like a crash course at this point- and the boy had become his son. To the point he was admitting it now. It had been strange at first, almost regretting it, regretting taking him- he was a hurt child and it was taking a lot of work to help that, help him.
But it was worth it, it was worth it and watching Verity with him...
Moving a hand to run down her back, Montague gave her a small smile. "Ver," he said softly. "I want you as the mother of my children, and you are a wonderful mother. So yes, I do." And it was the honest truth.