"Hey," Nate said quietly, rubbing her shoulder. "If he's offering to take responsibility for the baby, I'm thinking you haven't burned all your bridges with him. Maybe when things calm down, if you're both there for each other through everything, things'll change."
He winced at the idea of what St. Mungo's might have done to her. "I'm not going to argue with Muggle clinics; they do good work. My only worry, though, would be what if something St. Mungo's gave you has some kind of magical effect on your baby that they couldn't identify? It could get complicated. There's got to be a healer who knows babies who isn't with the hospital. Maybe Mandy knows someone," he suggested. His smile quirked then. "My mates are all having babies."