Neville's hand on the skin of her exposed abdomen made everything seem too real. Even if she hadn't had a chance to confirm it yet, she knew she was not wrong. They were going to have a baby and that meant so many things. They couldn't afford it, obviously didn't have the attention for it if she hadn't even noticed what was causing her symptoms until now. She couldn't even get her father to listen to her, how was she supposed to raise a child? How was she supposed to bring a child into this world.
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she ran her own hand over her abdomen and the turned into Neville's arms to burrow against him. "It's going to be alright, isn't it?" she murmured against his chest. "Just like everything else? We're going to be alright." She was scared, though. And part of that was fear of how much Neville could take. She knew that he loved her, but here she was asking him to help with the Leaky and to help with the safehouse and the bills and her father's sickness and now a baby. How much was too much? Would this be too much for him? It was so nearly too much for her but there wasn't a single thing in there that she could, or would, walk away from.