Malachi blinked, feeling his concern ebb into full thrown worry with a tinge of fear. Contractions? This early? Was it even possible? God, it couldn't be good. She wasn't due for weeks. She was in pain and it could be his fault, but there was a sick part of him that simply didn't want to dwell on that now. He wasn't sure he could do what he was supposed to do help her now if he just thought of how he could be the reason, the cause of her pain. When she stood up, his eyes immediately saw the blood and he gasped. That wasn't normal! Even if these were those false alarm contractions he'd read about to help a woman get ready for birth, blood wasn't supposed to be part of the picture. Struggling to his feet, he reached out and slid his arm around her, pulling her against him. His eyes darted over to Mr. Pepper, who spoke quickly. "Please. Thank you," he said, meaning it. "Come on, Lav. I'll Apparate you to St. Mungo's."