Robert got up right away and went into Khaat's room. She definately looked better. He went over to her and laid one hand on her stomach and one on her forehead and held them there for a moment. "Your baby is fine," he said. "You must have one powerful little wizard in there after all you've put him or her through. You are very fortunate. And you are stronger than you were. Katherine, would you bring her a cup of that broth you made for her? I think she could use that now, please?" Katherine nodded and disappeared.
"Khaat," he said softly, "I do not want to lose you because you won't slow down or try to take care of yourself. Your mother and I have hired a wizarding family that has the old Banfield farm down the road. They're going to take care of the farm duties for us so that your mother and I can be freer to help you with the children and with St. Mungos and your pregnancy. I plan on glueing myself to you if that's what it takes." He looked at Khaat. He saw clear through her to the deep pain she still felt over Rob's disappearance and her debate on aborting this child.
"Khaat, don't go there," he said softly, kissing her hand. "I see how very much you want this child. You aren't going to be raising this child alone. It will be so very loved. What would you do if the baby were already here and Rob disappeared? Would you get rid of it then?"
"No, of course not, Daddy," Khaat said. "But I see your point. I'm letting my own grief take over, and that's not fair to the baby. "
"Exactly, my dear. Besides, that's my grandson or granddaughter. I want this child as much as you do, probably. We'll get through it together. " He picked up several pillows and sat her up on his strong arm and put the pillows behind her to sit her up in bed. Her head spun. "Give it a minute. It's the bloodloss," Robert said. Katherine came back in with a large stoneware mug. "Your mother made that beef broth you like that is flavored with red wine. You need some fluids. Let me help you with it," Robert said. He fed her small sips of the savory broth. It felt like life again to Khaat as she sipped on it. LIke life beginning again. She felt tears threatening to come to her eyes. Robert sighed and stroked her cheek. "It's alright, Baby. It's over now. You can let it go now." Khaat closed her eyes, nodding. It had been another close call. Too many of them too close together. It was threatening to take a toll on her mind. "I'll take care of it, Khaat," he said softly. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, glad for the relief he was offering. He rose, took a vial off the dresser, checked it and added it to her broth. "This will help steady your nerves," he said, sitting with her again. "You have a right to be a bit unwound. I daresay anyone else who almost died twice in less than a month would be a bit rattled too. Things will look better in a day or so. Your kids are all staying here with us, and your mother brought Mo, Max, and Archangel back too. There's no need to worry about your place in Hogsmeade at all." "I want to go to St. Mungos and get a report on Diyanne," Khaat said softly.
"I'll send an owl to Jack and see if he will look into it for you. Let's try that first. If that doesn't work, I'll go there myself and check it in person for you. "
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