At least she didn't protest at that. In the silence that followed he had space to reason that they were likely getting ahead of themselves. Merlin, this was why James found the whole notion of 'might be pregnant' so completely bewildering. Waiting to find things out wasn't exactly James' forte. There was nothing for it tonight, though. They'd go in the morning. Precisely where to he had yet to sort out, but honestly - finding a midwife couldn't be all that hard. That was all they needed at this point: a simple yes or no. After they had that, then they could start making decisions about action.
James hummed an agreement over a mouthful of beef and mushrooms. It was hard to blame her for the shift in topic. He gave a gesture that fell somewhere between a shrug and a nod. Since he felt as though he'd gotten the last word in on the matter, James was able to let it go and depart the subject.
"You kidding?" he asked. "Left to your own devices you'd wind up as skinny as Remus."
Well, as skinny as he used to be. These days he'd picked up a healthy measure of weight. And even if it wasn't true, at least they were talking about something else.
"I was kind of half-expecting you wouldn't get home until later," he mentioned, aiming to pick back up on the line of thought he'd been on when she'd first arrived. Maybe they could play off the rest of the evening as though this.... little... blip just hadn't even happened. Unlikely, but it was possible. James tilted his head to the side and tapped the tines of his fork against his lower lip for a moment. "But since you are home, I was thinking, maybe a nice quiet evening - like dinner and a bath," he suggested, the corner of his mouth curling just a bit