"Since I began to suspect," Antonin told Morag with a smile, "I've checked the charm three times. It is still working. Apparently, when you decide to get pregnant, you decide to get pregnant. A little thing like a contraception charm won't stand in your way."
"Not long at all," he kissed Morag on her upturned forehead. "You'll note that none of the children fell over the side the other night."
"Rather say, I suspected strongly," Antonin said with a wry grin. "I had two possible choices, you were pregnant, or there is some troll somewhere in your line, and you were adapting their eating habits.But, you'll be happy to know those candies you've been swiping from my desk are prenatal vitamins."
Antonin bent down to whisper in Morag's ear, before kissing it, "Have I told you yet today how much I love you?"