Something about the look on her face, when she looked up at him; he nearly kissed her, but instead opted to only give a slow smile. Moving his hand from her back, he stroked the bottom of her hair and nodded when she suggested thinking about it.
"Of course," he leaned to kiss her cheek. "And you're right." He'd not thought what it could look like to Marlowe if they suddenly had a baby around, didn't he remember horror stories of real siblings not getting long at young ages for fear of replacement? Hadn't he felt that way at Julian's birth? It could only be worse for Marlowe if not done with care.
And then as she admitted quietly that she was intimidated, scared at the idea- he realized what his suggestion meant for her, birth was painful...he was asking her to do something that was hard, dangerous in some cases...It wasn't something they should consider lightly.
"I love you." He said, "and don't let me force you into this." Montague rose his hand from her back to cup her face, "you're right, we need to really consider this- for Marlowe, for us." He gave a small smile, "but I love you and want children with you."