"The baby..." he paused, feeling very cold all of a sudden. The only blessing in any of this, if indeed there was a blessing, was that he had already told Rodolphus, otherwise he would have to take her on the run. However, one good thing out of a world of bad was little comfort. This was supposed to be THEIR secret, their little piece of good news to share or keep until the time was right. This was a small miracle, not some sordid bit of gossip for the Venom Quill to dissect. He took a step closer to her, wanting to pull her near, to comfort her, to do SOMETHING to fix this, and it was then that he saw a corner of the leather book peaking out from under her. She was sitting on it, and she likely knew it.
"Hestia..." he groaned, holding out his hand. "I want to see it."