Gideon was remarkably proud of the way he kept his handshake cordial instead of pulling her in for a back thumping hug or something else far too warm. Though he had prepared himself for seeing her again, told himself that he would find a woman much changed by adulthood, impending motherhood, and being an auror trainer as opposed to trainee, nothing prepared him to actually see her. There was a confidence there that made him proud, and it made him long to turn the clock back, to convince Fabian to stay home that fateful night. He wanted to see her graduate to auror status, to see her change and grow and get her own trainees. He wanted to tease her and commiserate over the woes of being a trainer, but it was too late for that. Wyatt Alexander would know nothing of that sort of life.

"Being late isn't a problem. Pleased to meet you, Jones." he said, her last name coming out instead of her first out of habit more than anything. He assured himself that it was alright, that saying her last name was not too telling, because he wanted to indulge himself during this meeting, to think of the old times even if the trip down memory lane was to be one sided. Allowing himself to smile at her and take in one more look of her with that small bump at her middle, he cleared his throat and reminded himself of his name, a task he had not felt the need to do in years. "I'm Wyatt Alexander, and this, as I'm sure you know, is Morgandy Yaxley."

Dominic held his hand out to the the other man the moment he let go of Hestia's hand. "Dominic Abbott, it's good to meet you." Dominic ended the handshake, letting his hand return to the small of Hestia's back. Perhaps it was foolish but he still felt protective of Hestia even twenty weeks into her pregnancy, worried for her. He didn't mind her being late, or even skipping events entirely if it meant that she got the rest that both she and their child needed.

The gesture wasn't lost on Gideon. It was so simple and yet it spoke volumes, making him struggle not to frown. He wanted to be able to do that, to make his claim to his wife clear for the world to see with one simple touch. And he couldn't. Pushing the feelings of regret down again, he tried to find something to start a conversation with--he needed distraction. "So, Jones, I hear that you're an auror. That's an interesting line of work.