Tonks' face fell as he turned the issue to something she didn't even think about -- his curse. She loved Remus for who he was, and she had always known him a werewolf. Though so much of society shunned him for such an identity, she did not. It made him the man she treasured. The thought of their child being somehow hurt by it hadn't even crossed her mind until now, that much is clear, her face turning into a quiet shock. She finally shook her head almost viciously.
"No, no... He, or she, will be better off with a father than with none. Werewolf or not! No one... no one who truly matters, none of the order, not Harry, not the Weasleys... no one who is good hearted and upstanding cares about you being a werewolf. If people would shun our child because of that then, dammit, I don't want those people to BE with our child! Please, Remus. Just be happy. Let's me happy. It was bad timing but... but this is a blessing. A gift in war. Let's see it as that." Tonks nearly begged those last words, her other hand coming over, trying to take his second palm, hold him with her on the couch and not let go.
"I love you, Remus Lupin, and I love our child." She tried to lean in to kiss him before he could protest more.