The Leaky Cauldron was definitely the least of Hannah's worries at the moment though she knew there were things to worry about. The safe house, for instance. They needed to make sure it remained secret in case this hadn't ended the war. She couldn't risk jeopardizing her family with a false sense of security. But as far as money? How could she care about money when they were alive while others had not been so lucky.
She didn't think about everything bad right now, though, because for the first time in years, Hannah really felt like being happy about something. For the first time since she'd found out she was pregnant, she allowed herself to be happy about the baby. "Yeah," she said in a small laugh as her eyes caught his searching for hers, "we're going to have a son, Neville." She couldn't stop herself from grinning despite all else because she and Neville were going to have a baby boy and right now that was allowed to be a good thing.
"They only told me a few minutes before you got here," she continued, brushing her hand over her belly before lowering her voice, "They said I should have miscarried but he's as healthy as can be. Is it possible our boy is already showing magic?" She laughed again at that idea, though it cracked with happy tears in her voice, "He's going to be just like his daddy, really good at defense, yeah?" Regardless of anything Neville might say, or how long it had taken him, Neville had become so good at all of the things Harry had taught them back in fifth year and he only got better as the years went on, in her opinion.