Tonks caught the snort, and it would have been a funny mental image for her as well if she hadn't been so bloody terrified. "Close to five," she said faintly. "How is this possible? It's like I woke up pregnant one morning. This is mad."
Tonks shook her head. "Remus is busy. He's got--Order things. Do you think Molly might take it? She likes babies, right?" Tonks blanched. "Oh god, I'm trying to give my own child away. This is mental, Hes. I think I've finally gone mental."