Each time she met his gaze, it gave him an ounce more of strength. As much as he feared it, there was no rejection within her eyes, and when at last she spoke up, all the pieces fell into place. This was familiar. It wasn't him, and as much as he wished that he could sweep away all of her concerns and doubts, it was still a relief to be able to recognize this piece of her. Able to keep himself from her no longer, the man swept forward to embrace her. Standing chest-to-chest, he draped his neck along her own, tongue sneaking out from betwixt his fangs to groom the fur at her shoulder blades.
There was no trace within his mind that she would fail in any capacity as a mother. If anything, he felt that the worry should rest with him, fearful of that miniscule chance that what occurred with Minka's children had actually been his onus. Raela? She was the perfect nurturer. He was confident that whatever progeny they brought into the world together would be both strong and capable, that his mate's tact and gracious influence would perfectly meld with his personality to round the children out. She would be the one that made sure he did not slip up, repeating either the mistakes made with the Lagina offspring or those that his father might have taught him. She was the only one that could. If he was ever truly ready, it was now, with no one in the world but her.
"Yes, I know," he agreed with a small smile, eyes closed as he nuzzled lovingly against her. "I'm thinking that like every time before, you aren't giving yourself enough credit. Maybe on my own I'm a bit of a disaster, y'know, with... certain things. But Raela, you'll make the perfect mother. Having you at my side? You'll make me a good father. And here, with our pack?" It all made so much sense within his own mind, and by needing to explain himself to her, he had convinced himself thoroughly that this was all beyond the right thing to do, and the right time to do it.
"All the pieces are ready to fall in place," he told her, pulling away at last (with a bit of reluctance) so that he may touch the tip of his nose to her's and look her in the eyes. "We just need to... give 'em a push."