It's good he isn't disappointed; she'd have a hard time living with the knowledge she'd disappointed him about something like this. But she's disappointed, mostly in herself for having a stupid little hope he might choose her someday. That they might have a real family, somehow, that...

She knew he never would. But hope is evil like that, it sneaks in when you're not looking.

"Yeah. It'll be so nice." She'll be with him, and that's enough. Whatever he can give her will be enough. When the comforter's pulled up she sighs and cuddles in closer. "Thank you."