Tonks felt some of the burden leave her when the door opened to Molly's smiling face. It wasn't possible to feel miserable in the company of Molly, or at least not for very long. The smell of fresh biscuits helped immensely as well.
"Wotcher, Molly," she said, stepping inside and giving Molly a hug. It was a little awkward, but she managed not to press her belly up against the other woman. At nearly five months on, she was showing, and now that Tonks knew it wasn't a condition of overeating and stress, she easily recognised a baby bump for what it was. Surely Molly, who had so many children, could sense one with her eyes closed, and while it was best to get it out quickly, she imagined that an embrace might be an uncomfortable way for Molly to find out.
"Thanks so much for having me at such short notice." She looked around the kitchen, impressed as always by the cleanliness and general homey feel to which she compared every other kitchen she entered. Nothing ever matched up. "I'm sorry for not having been by lately. Things have been a bit mad lately. I'm afraid I might be over my head with this teaching gig."