Belle's brows lifted in a sluggish and seemingly lazy way. It was shock, to be sure, but it was somewhat delayed. She hadn't exactly thought seriously about kids beyond a passing fantasy of Jacob's, but now she wondered if she ought to be thinking about that more seriously.

There was also the matter to worry about because, though she hadn't told him, she had been (and was still) late. "You want kids with me?" she asked, a tentative wariness to her words, not sure how to bring up her worry that all this, all these symptoms, could be somehow related to her late timing.