Tonks was seating on the floor in front of the fireplace, which she'd stoked to little avail, arms wrapped around a belly that seemed to her to grow stranger and heavier by the day.
What she wanted to say to Remus was, Holding the baby, but she knew better. Tonks knew he didn't mean to, but talking about their pregnancy always made Remus nervous or sad or both. Despite the fact that it couldn't be ignored, she ignored it, for the moment.
"Sitting in the dark. Or, well, I was. What are you doing?"