If the world were as it should be, Tonks OUGHT to be in a nice, sterile room and a bed at Mungo's with hovering Healers and someone with a stopwatch counting off contractions or the like. Not just him standing about, telling her to get in bed or pointing out that sweats wouldn't work long-term either, since they were TROUSERS and someone was going to need access to the areas they covered up!
He was saved pointing that out though, and trying to find a way to do so that didn't make him sound like a git, by Tonk's teeth gritting, and a pained look crossing her face. He stepped forward immediately, wrapping an arm around her to steady her. "All right there?" he asked worriedly.
"All right. We'll get you on the couch at least, and I'll call for Hestia and your mum." Andromeda might want to take a stripe out of him. But if Tonks SHOULD be in bed, Remus was sure her mum could boss her into it at least.