"Yes hate me. Be angry at me, yell at me. It's what I deserve for what I did."
All those thoughts on it not being her fault flew from her brain. It was her body that had done those awful things, at the time it was her mind and feelings that made her do it. But it was her heart that knew it still belonged to him, she had been so drawn to him and loved every moment she got to be by his side. But her heart still loing him didn't excuse the rest of her actions.
When he mentioned what she knew was coming she glanced away. It hurt, she couldn't deny it. But she had no right, she had hurt him. She deserved every stab to her heart she recieved.
"But it wasn't you," she said quietly, dropping her head so he couldn't see the tears that were refusing to stop. "You didn't decide to do those things."
Somehow she wasn't willing to have the same thought on herself. The moment he mentioned a son she nearly lost complete control of her emotions. Something she wanted to have with him he'd already experienced.