Khaat wandered her nursery in her house. This was going to be where her baby slept and played and grew. She felt her still flat stomach, and wondered where Rob was. He had disappeared without a word. She wore his ring faithfully, but he hadn't even sent a word to her. Her ruby ring showed Ruby every day, so she knew whereever he was, he was alive and well. But that was all she knew. She didn't understand why he left or if he was coming back at all. And, as she wandered through the room, touching baby quilts and baby toys, she wondered if keeping this child was a blessing or a huge mistake. Did she want to raise a child from birth by herself? And at her age? And had she done something to drive him away? If so, why didn't he just tell her? DId his fear of committment interfere with his ability to love her? Was this nothing more than his rejection? And what if this child looked exactly like Rob? She would see him every day in the face of her child. Did she really want that if he never came back? Was her life destined to be nothing more than taking care of other people, and would no one ever really care for her?
The pangs of lonliness and depression were deepening each day within her, and the only one who seemed ot know was her father, Robert. She moved Remus's wizarding portrait to her room so she could try to find some sort of comfort in having him close. It was something her father had vehemently opposed, and had warned her she woudl start living in her illusions of Remus, much like spending her life in front of the Mirror of Erised, and would not be liviing in reality. But the ache in her heart that Rob had left was deep. She wasn't sure she wanted to ever love again. She had fallen for him so deeply and so hard and fast, that it had surprised her. Even let herself get pregnant because she simply wasn't thinking. And now here she was, alone.