Dumb and pregnant was kind of Bertram's thing, to be honest...at least on his end of things. It wasn't like he didn't try to be careful this time, but apparently his super-fertile man-sperm were bound and determined to help him reproduce before he started heading over the hill. Her stomach bumping into him earned her a slight grin, but it quickly contorted into a frown when she winced and dug her nails into skin.
He slid quickly to her side, trying to start leading her toward some chairs so that she could sit down and at least have a rest. It was of course a concern that she was in pain, and the fact that she thought something wrong was worse. He hadn't been around Rachel for the actual pregnancy thing, so he wasn't sure whether this was normal -- it wasn't like he could figure out what she was thinking or how she was feeling, after all.
"Do we need to floo to Mungo's?" It wouldn't be a problem, they'd already done most of the major announcing for the evening and he didn't think leaving would make him miss anything important work-wise. Besides, the sooner that they left ... the less likely it was that he would somehow turn into a drunken buffoon.
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