In spite of the situation, Remus couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, I suppose you could get Snape to brew some Polyjuice and act as the midwife. Then, with everyone's backs turned... run away with the child." Remus liked seeing that smile on her face. It had seemed far, far too long since it had been there.
"The Plan B is having faith that things will take care of themselves... and that maybe, just maybe, she won't be around long enough to deliver the kid." He didn't say who would kill her. Just that she wouldn't be around. That was enough, wasn't it?
Remus glanced down at her. "The way how... is to let it leave you. Put it in a box. Seal up the box and push it to the back of your mind. It's... nothing we can change so there's no sense in dwelling on it." Which, such advice coming from Remus Lupin, King of the Worryworts was almost laughable.