"I know you do." Bela closed her eyes against his shoulder. She did love him, God knew. "And I'm not quite as ... terrified. Of the idea. As I used to be." Still nervous, still sure she'd do something horribly wrong ... but she did trust Dean to fix at least some of her mistakes. If they did have children, of course.
She raised her head for a moment. "You think pregnant women are attractive?" It was sweet, but somehow ... odd.