Combative natures tugged at either side of James. On the one hand, he hated to see her like that. He knew the right and proper thing to do, but he couldn't do it. In that moment, he couldn't kiss her and tell her he loved her and promise with due certainty that everything was going to be wonderful. Unable to proceed with what James' sense of obligation laid out as the only noble path, he felt a sharp sting of iniquity- but it wasn't something James could tolerate to lie about. So he was stuck, pinned to the counter; and he ached to be better than that.
The sudden swell of tension through his chest wasn't due to some sense of feeling trapped, it was was an overwhelming frustration that took him a few moments to realize stemmed from the realization that she was going back to Spain to sort this out. Quite suddenly James realized just how adverse he was to even any potential child of his get anywhere near that facility. Given the disregard to basic wizard's rights they'd shown to him, there was potentially no limit to what they'd be able to rationalize even on a total innocent. There was no reason for her to go back there, to people who would do gods knew what to her, let alone their unborn child.
Merlin. James could not believe he'd just thought that. Fuck. 'Their unborn child.' How could she not know? He could not understand how it was possible for her to not know. James had been through this part of the whole thing twice before, and Lily had always just known. Or there was a spell. Or something. It wasn't exactly an area of magic he'd ever availed himself of. But there was no reason they couldn't go St. Mungo's and sort it out properly.
"Why Spain?" he all but sighed. "Why don't we just go find you a healer, or a midwife, or whatever, and just sort it out right now?"