Amelia and Terence
He already knew just how brutal it would be once the time would come for her to leave again. For this to end. Merlin, how had he managed without her while she was away at Hogwarts was completely beyond him, because he was barely even managing now. But maybe it was harder now, too-- now that they both knew how badly he would rather have been kissing her on the lips good and proper instead of on the forehead as he was doing now, his touch firm and insistent, an ever-present reminder of where he would much rather be kissing her as it was.
"I love you so much," he whispered. "I don't know why I keep freaking out every time you're out of my sight for longer than a heartbeat, but... at least I know I'm probably just being paranoid." At the same time... his gaze fell to the swell of her belly with a sigh. "I'm sorry I'm such a worrier." Any other situation, any other person, he had no issue with treating casually. But Mia? No such thing.
Which was precisely why her words gave him pause, and he swallowed hard. "Yeah, of course." Leading her over to some of the seats at the edge of the space set aside, his hand refused to stray from her back as his free one moved to her belly, concern getting the better of him yet again. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't want to see a healer, maybe?"