You know I'm laughing at the idea of Monty suddenly figuring out what trouble he's in and it being far, far too late. Remind him that sometimes he has to say no for her protection. Harry has mastered that, thankfully. Unfortunately, he's also mastered telling ME no....
Oh, no, darling, you definitely don't want to do dirty nappies. You have NO idea how bad that can be. You need a house-elf. One that handles nappies and laundry, at the very least.
How have you adopted someone who still has a living parent? Is that legal? Or was it a financial thing? Was his mother too poor to care for him properly? Where did you find him? Can I find one there, too?
You don't really want elaboration. Trust me. And at the time, you won't care. You'll just want it over and the baby, err... babies, to be safe and healthy. Tell your Monty that it's his job to make sure no one is allowed in the room but the healer because any one in there will see views of you that you wouldn't want ANYONE to see.
I'm sorry, Ver. It was quite scary, wasn't it? I was so worried about Harry! At least, I heard it was.
Rub it in. Just remember, I wasn't the only one to have a disastrous fall, and you be careful!