Even though it seemed like he was always exhausted, because of the Muggle medicine that they'd given him to control some of his symptoms, Neville was so happy to be home and at least feeling a little better than he had a couple of days ago that he couldn't find it in himself to complain. His head had dropped back against the couch and his eyes had closed when he heard Mandy's distinctive footsteps, bringing him back to mostly-alertness again. He smiled up at her, and then his eyes automatically drifted down her figure, even before she turned to show him the little curve of stomach—a curve that was definitely there now.
"I can see it," he said with a nod as he unwound a hand from his quilts and reached for hers. He kept expecting that the reality of their situation would stop being surprising and terrifying and exciting all at once, but every stage seemed to bring up those feelings again. Now he had the added strain of being sick, and wondering what that would mean for the little family they'd created...but he'd tried his best to suppress those worries for now. Worrying wouldn't change anything, and he didn't want to add his own fears to Mandy's. She had enough about which to be anxious already.
Neville tugged on her hand until Mandy was on the couch next to him. "You're beautiful, and you're going to be beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then laughed a little as he slid his hand over her waist. "Though I guess this means we should finally get around to planning a wedding, huh? And telling everyone about this."