Tracey knew that her news would just add another worry for him to focus on and that was hardly fair. Blaise had enough to deal with at the moment and he didn't deserve more. But she'd never lied to him either. Except about her feelings. But she was going to come clean about that too.
"Everything is fine." Tracey turned more toward him as well and squeezed Blaise's hand. She cupped his cheek and kissed him once for courage as she drew in a deep breath. "Right. The first is simple enough. I love you," she stated bluntly, darting her gaze to his eyes before she glanced away. "But I have since probably second year and so it doesn't change anything and I don't want you to comment on it, I just wanted to say the words out loud and know that you heard them." In case you walk out and I never get the chance to.
Worrying her bottom lip, she rushed on before he could interrupt. "The second is the owl post you were just holding was the announcement from the Wizengamot. I am officially divorced now." Which was a huge relief to her just to know it was done. Especially with what she knew now about the baby. "The third thing is trivial and more for me than you but you make a good witness and will hold me to it. I've made some poor decisions in my life and I'm fixing those. Little by little, yeah? I'm going to try not to make any more." She didn't expect a response and frankly was nearly shaking as she was ready to tell him the last of it.
"And four?" For this she did look up and pushed her hair back so she could see Blaise clearly. Her hand squeezed his lightly as pixies danced in her stomach. "I'm pregnant." Before he could speculate about timing and make assumptions, Tracey leaned across his lap and grabbed the results, holding them out for him. Her finger tapped next to the telltale number of the proposed conception date. "The healer says I conceived the week before I married." Leaning back slightly, Tracey made her shoulders relax as she waited for a reaction. She was terrified, not of Blaise, but not being able to predict his reactions to any of this. "I'm nine weeks," she all but whispered, not sure what else to say.