Robert saw Khaat standing watching the babies, and she was deep in thought, drinking her forbidden french roast, and rubbing an apparently painful neck. He went over to her. "Got a kink in there this morning?" he asked gently, starting to massage her neck and shoulders. "Oh, yes," she moaned softly.
"Fell asleep over a book again, huh?" he asked, knowing her habits well, "You only do that when you're stressed. What's the matter, Khaat? I thought we did a good job last night. Everything ended well, didn't it? So what's bothering you?"
"Daddy, will Abbey be as beautiful as these babies?" she asked. "Will there ever be anyone standing outside the nursery window like this looking at Abbey?"
"Hmm," Robert sighed. "Feeling a little lonely today, are we? Well, first of all, if you have Abbey here, not only will you have every employee here, but every Order member, probably most of the Ministry since you are the Chief Warlock, and as I recall, you have a lot of students that you have either living with you or who still remember you from being their professor at Hogwarts. I think we'll have to create waiting lines." He laughed gently. "But the last I knew you hadn't decided if you were having her here or at home with your mother and I as midwives."
"Well, I'll have you two either way, but no, I haven't decided where yet," She replied.
"And, I might be a bit biased, but I think Abbey will be gorgeous. But that's not the issue, is it? You missed Rob altogether, didn't you?"
"Yep. Fell asleep on the sofa, never made it upstairs. He was gone again before I ever woke up. I honestly didn't think marriage was supposed to be like two ships constantly passing. That's not what I wanted. I expected to see him every once in awhile."
"You will. The first years are the hardest. Give yourselves some time. It'll smooth out. Believe me. You are not the first couple to get a rocky start. Nor will you be the last. It'll all work out. Trust me. You're just lonely, and dealing with some sleep deprivation. And, if I know you, that's all you've fed my granddaughter this morning."
"She likes french roast," Khaat sighed, sipping on her cup
"No, she does not. You do," Robert laughed. He told a fellow healer, "Do me a favor, please. Would you order a proper English breakfast for Mrs. Dent, here, and have it charged to my account and delivered to her office straight off." The healer disappeared as Khaat sighed heavily. "Khaat," he said to her reprimandingly.
"I know, Daddy," she said quietly, hearing all his unspoken words.
"Not one more ounce, Khaat," He warned, "I mean it. Not one. You start turning this around. You have no idea how this affects Abbey, and how this is going to affect you for a very long time after she's born. You wouldn't begin to put up with this from a patient. And I am not going to tolerate it from you. You get that?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said, going into the nursery to see the babies. A nurse was starting to get them ready for a morning bath. Khaat just stood and watched for a moment and then left, heading for her office, not wanting to wake Jess just yet. Robert sighed heavily, hating it when she was feeling overwhelmed like this.