Bertram!
Being pregnant had not ruined all of Bianca's routines. Sure, she couldn't get in the exercise she wanted, and of course her wardrobe had to change drastically, but a lot of things still stayed the same. Like! Like the fact that she could not sleep past six o'clock in the morning. And that was her late day. If she had been on regular rounds at the hitwizard office, Bianca would be up at five-fifteen (those extra fifteen minutes helped). She'd have to make breakfast, do her workout, shower, get dressed, and make it to the offices for early morning reps and practices. Now that she was officially on maternity leave and with not even paperwork to do, being up at six in the morning left her with very little to do but clean and wave her wand around moving furniture and messes into their new and proper places.

She wouldn't bother waking Bertram before eight, though, which was understand and probably still a bit annoying. He had his morning routines and she'd work hers around his, that was compromise. He had been amazing lately, what with staying at her place and making sure she didn't get stuck between the couch cushions (which happened way more than she ever thought it could!). Bertram had really been the perfect boyfriend these past few months, and that was why she was going all out with breakfast today. Sure, a big reason for slipping out of bed was that her back had been killing her all night and she couldn't even try to stay in bed, plus Bertram wouldn't be up for another hour and a half, but there were warming spells for that-----

Her hand shot down to press against her stomach as a pain struck across it, causing her other hand to grab onto the counter and knock over the bowl of eggs she just whisked. Bianca's face contorted in confusion, staring down at the tiles of the kitchen.

"Uh oh," she whispered, trying to keep herself relaxed, but feeling her heart begin to race faster and faster with each passing second.