In point of fact, Rhonda had noticed Ernest's slow withdrawal from her, and she was slightly angry with him, although she had tried to swallow most of it, given that she really didn't want to make a scene in front of Bumby, who was a pretty much constant presence alongside them, even in Florida - where he had been mostly confused as to why there was a museum of his daddy! Rhonda had made some effort to explain, but... well -- without Daddy writing anymore now - well, it was hard to display that as a reason for his moodiness currently...!
"In-indeed it is, sweet...!" Rhonda murmured softly, still rather low-key considering the amount of pain she must have been in... "I mean -- I just need you to... I dunno -- get out of the bed so I can kneel down upon it...?" she giggled a little at Ernest's obviously shocked face. "I mean, honest, sweet, I feel like I know what I'm doing... I don't need a midwife, I really don't!" She grimaced slightly as she realised that the burning sensation just below her -- cervix, a term she knew only thanks to her Sex Education classes back at Hogwarts, naturally - had set back in. She was ready for the baby to be out already! "Please, sweet, get UP...!"
And then, of course, she felt her own stomach heave up, and only just made it to the bathroom, in order to spit her vomit into the toilet.