It felt strange to be moving now after the carraige ride but to see the familiar Manor house did ease her mind and make her feel much more light hearted. At least her children would be born under her families magic and not in a carriage.
She moved slowly up the front stairs to be greeted by elves who seemed to be fussing more than usual. "Ficus, someone needs to go retrieve Master Montague from Nott Manor- take him to our bedroom. I want someone with Marlowe at all times," she continued. "Make sure he is fed, get him his books and the dogs." Giving orders to the elves made her feel much more in control and she found herself releasing some of the panic already. She couldn't focus on those things, she was the head of this house and she had a job to do.
"We'll need the light green room in the Master hall prepared for the birth and everyone else needs to focus on getting the nursery prepared," she finished.
The walk was slow, tedious, but being home felt so nice. She didn't really know what to say to the Healer but he didn't seem to need conversation.
When they neared the suites that she'd told the elves to prepare she showed John into the sitting room and called an elf to tend to prepare a small tea and assist him any way he needed.