Of course she was worried about him. There would only be two sets of hands if either Hestia or her mum was tied up, and she'd seen enough films about fathers in the delivery room to know it wasn't all that uncommon for them to faint. She'd probably faint too, if she had the chance.
"Water would be nice," she said, lowering herself onto the couch. "Thanks. And--Remus? Thanks for being here." She hesitated, knowing it sounded silly, but she said it anyway. "I'm not as scared when you're around."
She rubbed her belly and leaned her head back against the couch, hoping for what little luck she had left that day that this would be quick and as painless as giving birth naturally could be. And, of course, that the baby would be all right.