He hadn't seen her since their last meeting and suddenly he was reminded at how beautiful she was. And now.. something else seemed to be making her look even better. Healthy, warm, like she was glowing. He rubbed his neck at her greeting though. Was she mad?
"Hello, dinner is actually ready. Shall we?" he offered an arm for her, eyes trailing down to her abdomen. His heart gave a strange, wild thud and he took in a deep breath as he lifted his gaze to catch her eyes.
"You look great, Delaney." and he began to guide them out of the drawing room and into the dining room where Migs had just set up a table for two with the finished meal. The house elf had filled both goblets with pumpkin juice and made sure the table, usually kept elongated for large parties, was shrunk down to a smaller size for a more intimate meeting.