She shook her head and forced a tiny smile in return. "See, I always forget about that," she said, still fighting to keep her voice even. "Not--forget-forget, but it doesn't matter to me. Unless it's near a full moon, that's the last thing I think about when I look at you, and if it is near a full moon, I only think about it because I'm worried about you." She thought about pointing out that at least they couldn't tell he was a werewolf on sight, but the two things weren't comparable. She'd gotten herself into this mess, and people would judge all they bloody wanted. Remus hadn't done a damn thing to deserve his lot in life. "It's just--embarrassing. I never thought of pregnancy that way before, but I guess it is. At least for me." And, she supposed, that had loads to do with how she felt about having a baby in the first place, as much as she loved him already.
She looked at him when he pulled has hand away, and she reached for his, trying to squeeze it for just a moment before pulling away as well. She was a tactile person, and she needed touch to really understand that he was there and hopefully would remain so. It broke her heart to think that things might end because of some stupid mistake and misunderstanding, but as long as there was still a chance, she wasn't going to give up on him. "I hope you're right," she said quietly. "I can't do this on my own."