Heather knew she didn't have to do this alone. She knew she had people like Tonks and her Dad looking out for her, and then the 'family' she'd acquired within the Winchesters and beyond. But the most important person, the one she wanted to share this with more than anyone, was the one person who wanted to detach the most. She knew right now Sam was preoccupied with Alastair, as was pretty much everyone, but a part of her wondered if the whole being there for her thing was going to happen once all was said and done. Or would he change his mind and just want nothing to do with her or the baby anymore?
"Well, I just want you to know that I really appreciate it, that's all. It means a lot to me." And it did, especially with the way things had been going as far as Heather's social life was concerned.
Heather frowned a little when Tonks mentioned her own death. She hadn't known about that, so it definitely came as a shock, but it probably bothered her even more now that she'd gotten close with the woman. "Yeah. I'm sure that...makes a difference," she replied a little awkwardly.
Heather opened her mouth to speak again, but in the midst of it, there was another ring of the doorbell. "That must be her. Hang on a second." She rose from the sofa and moved to answer the door, Doctor Ferrer and all of her plumpness standing on the other side. She was familiar with the rapid-progression of pregnancies here in L.A., so Heather trusted her as much as she did Peter to take care of her.
"Ah, you're up and around, that's good to see!" she chirped as she entered the front entrance. "Still not feeling too great yet, though?"
Heather spared a glance in Tonks' direction before looking back to the doctor. "No, not really. I thought I could try moving around a little, but it isn't really working..."