"I think it was more--not wanting to die in the war without having that chance," admitted Tonks, trying to remember just how Remus had proposed. "It was right when Moody died. It wasn't a good time for either of us. Not that I don't think he meant it, just--you don't have to have kids on the brain to get married, right?"
She shook her head. Optimism was beyond her for now. Maybe once the dust had settled it would return, or once she had to be strong for someone else--namely Remus--she'd find it in her to be once again, but not right now. Not when she was on the brink of panic.
"Okay," said Tonks, not wanting to argue the point, but too nervous to truly relax. She sat on the couch, leaning back a little to give Hestia a proper view of her stomach. "Should I--er, tug up my jumper?"