"I suppose at some point I should probably tell my... well, she's not my girlfriend, but I'd like her to be... I guess she's not going to want to be when she finds out." She buried her face in her hands and groaned. "I can't think about that, about any of it. All I know is, I'm going through with the pregnancy. There's been enough death in my life recently, I want some life."
She was relieved to hear that apparently Anabel didn't mind too much being her Healer for this. "I couldn't deal with some sort of Alfred Weasley type trying to tell me to do things the muggle way. You know he'd be trying to put tubes in me and do those bloody pathetic... what are they called? Megasounds? Supersounds? I overheard a couple of mudbloods talking about them once..."
Watching Anabel leave the room to gather potions and the like, Delaney sank into the chair and placed a hand over her belly gently. It was completely unfathomable to her that there was, or would be, a baby in there. She wasn't sure if she wanted to curse at it or coo at it, and she couldn't help laughing bitterly at herself. Even contemplating saying anything to this... thing growing inside her was bordering on insane, and she refused to go down that road.
She needed to think about what she was going to tell the father, if anything. Well. First she needed to figure out who the father was. Roughly two weeks along, Anabel had said. Delaney started counting on her fingers the people she'd slept with in the past three weeks, to be safe.
Gretchen and Maeve could be ruled out for obvious reasons. That left Trevor, Caine, and Marcus.