He was quiet when he realised that her mood seem to be more reflective of his own than he had realised. He had so many thoughts rolling around in his head that his heart felt heavy, tired. "I love the beach, I always have." He said it quietly, his voice low. "I spent hours on ours at home in Italy."
As they walked a bit, he found the perfect spot on the beach, secluded a bit by an outcropping of rocks and the natural curve of the beach. He slowed and looked around. "Want to set up here?" he asked as he looked around and back at her. He shifted the basket and set it on the ground, pulling the blanket from his pocket and using his wand to return it to normal size.
"I should have brought a chair for you, the ground won't be comfortable for you." He had been resisting the urge to rub her belly, feeling strangely like he was intruding or cheating by doing it. He looked around for something to transfigure into a comfortable chair for her.