Sometimes Tonks asked herself whether it was the right thing to do. She loved him without question, and she was certain she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but she didn't need a ring for that.
Tonks twisted around on the couch until she was laying on her back, with her feet still on the ground. At least this way she might look a little less larger than she would if she were sitting up. Supremely self-conscious, she tugged her shirt up until her rounded stomach was bared, and just as she had all day, she blanched and looked away when she saw it. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"How far along?" she said nervously, having not the slightest idea of what any of this meant. "If I can feel it, is that--is that something that happens right away? I don't know how long it's been. I haven't gotten any hint of my cycle since I started teaching. I was supposed to in early September, but--that's--four months, right? Five?" Merlin, five bloody months and she'd been too busy burying her head in the sand to acknowledge it was a possibility. "Nine months, right? If it wasn't stress, not any of it, that's--" She counted off on her fingers. "Buggering son of a bitch, that is before end of term."