"Good... I think he'd have run off anyway..." Montague teased against her lips, chuckling almost lightly. Up until recently he was the only one with any sort of lack of attachment to commitment- Miles had apparently blown him out of the water on that one... Though, luckily, gladly, Terence was still as bachelor-esqe as ever.
The look, the tilt of her head as she frowned at his question, he smiled softly and moved a hand to tuck it under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You're not fat." He moved to kiss her forehead. "You are carrying my children and you've never looked lovelier." He said meaning it, pulling away slightly to look down at her, hands moving to rub her shoulders lightly.