The shock was obvious and, if she were being honest, completely expected, and she kept her smile soft and open as she quietly gave him time to process what she'd told him. It was a lot to take in, she knew, and she had no intention of rushing his processing it.
"You don't have to say anything yet," she assured him, reaching out for his hands so she could hold them between both of her own. "Though I'm glad you're not upset." It would have hurt if he had been, and that was the root of the little bit of nerves she'd felt throughout the day.
"If this isn't a false alarm, I do plan on seeing it through, but I won't make demands of you or rush you to sort your own feelings about it out. It is completely unexpected, I know, for both of us. But, well, I think I'd be a pretty good mum." Her tone was hopeful with just a trace of insecurity beneath the surface, and it probably wouldn't be long before that insecurity bubbled to the surface with all the reasons her brain injury alone should have disqualified her from becoming a mum, but she didn't want to let those thoughts take hold.