Tracey laughed. At least they could joke about that after the seriousness of the healer. "That is something I'd like to see. You impregnating the wizarding world."
Actually a drink sounded just about perfect right then, letting that slow burn of firewhiskey numb all her troubles away, but from the quick glance to the literature the nurse had shoved in her hands upon leaving, that was clearly at the top of the list of no-nos. Not that she didn't already know that much about having a baby.
"I'm really not toting the merits of marriage to anyone at this point. The whole month I was married, it really did nothing for me." That wasn't exactly the truth. She'd been given the money she needed, had two weeks of great sex with Isaac Montague and realised what she really wanted in her life. Now she was being given an opportunity to go get it.
Tracey gasped but laughed. "Fine, you can only hold him when you're already sitting on the ground. I need the poor kid to have some sense." Isaac really was brighter than she was giving him credit for. Shuffling the papers again while they walked away from the hospital, Tracey found the parchment with the results of her test. There it all was spelled out in black ink. Conception date, due date, what to expect during week nine. "Holy fuck this can't be right."