"Which do you want me to fix first?" he asked, shifting so that she fit between his legs, able to lean back against his chest and let his hands cradle the bump instead. In weeks past it had made her happy, and he had thought it to be a good early warning system, but as much as he was loathe to admit it Remus was starting to enjoy the moments as well. The little taps from the bump were reassuring that there wasn't something more sinister being made. One hand stayed with the belly, then, and the other moved up, pressing a smooth, firm stroke across her shoulder before kneading a little gentler. "Put you to bed, feed you, burn off a few hundred calories, Healers be damned?"
Fat was a good thing for babies, they had been told, and considering that Dora was slender to begin with, she was presently the only person who considered herself to be fat, rather than pregnant. He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her neck, for this had yet to go awry in the service of making her feel at least a little more desirable, not to mention Remus enjoyed the pastime himself.