"You'll have to tell me how he is. I've just seen his photo in his birth announcement. He was beautiful though." Tracey felt bad she'd not had a chance to catch up with Daphne much since Damien was born, but everyone's life had been a whirlwind lately. "Are you taking her out? I saw the other day she was needing some adult time." Tracey swore she wouldn't let herself get sucked into that mummy rut.
Covering her hand over her stomach, she wasn't sure if she was trying to protect her baby or keep from throwing up in the street. For a second though, just a brief second, Tracey was perplexed with the visual image of a centaur. "How would that work? With all the hooves and the..." She let her odd sexual speculation go and poked the parchment under Millicent's nose.
"See? Right here? The date they estimate the conception?" Tracey's heart was beating a mile a minute. She could feel it in her ears and she was having a hard time getting the words out. "That's more than a week before Isaac and I were even married." Meeting Millicent's gaze, Tracey bit her lip and stared at the paper again, not sure if she could believe what she was seeing. "I was wrong. It isn't a Montague inside me."