After the cold sea, the thought of lounging with her feet in a tub of warm, sudsy water caused a little sound of contentment to escape Tonks' throat.
"Next time I decide to have a baby," she announced, nevermind that her current predicament was entirely an accident, "I'll make sure it's yours. You're an angel, Fleur."
A few years ago she might never have said as much, but times had changed.