"Those things will be there to focus on in a day. But you won't be in labor then, so I think you should have priority," Remus answered urgently. He shook his head. "Whichever you want, Tonks. You're the one who's. . . well I'm pretty sure Hestia would make room in her bloody schedule. Or your mum." And he would drag Hestia by her hair if she said otherwise - though he seriously doubted she would.
It was early, and Remus wasn't sure if it was the kind of early that was expected, and allowable, or the sort of early that was dangerous. He really ought to have read a few more books. Not that he hadn't read up, but apparently not enough.
"I'm not panicked," he added. Falsely, but he tried to sound convincing about it. "What do you want me to do? shouldn't you be in bed?"