Anna closed her eyes and she could feel the tears coming again. She'd been crying off and on all day. There were too many emotions trying to take over, most of them bad or terrified. A lot of them were full of self-doubt, feeling like she was getting more than she deserved. Being tortured had done a lot to her self-esteem, convinced her that she wasn't worth anything, that everything she'd ever done was wrong, and it was hard to break out of that mindset.
Pressing her cheek into his hand, Anna was almost afraid to open her eyes. She didn't want to look at him and see doubt. Or maybe she was afraid to look at him and see certainty. What if was content now and she disappointed him? What if it didn't last? Then she'd have the memory of his happiness now and how she'd broken it later. She just didn't want to open her eyes yet.
"It's not... too much?" Anna wasn't even sure if he wanted kids, let alone one that wasn't biologically his. They were stupid doubts, things that she never would have considered before Petersen sent her back, but everything was full of fear and questions now. Everything weighed more.