Khaat's parents had joined her in Sparks for lunch. Khaat had bought another magazine for pregnant muggles. She had been frowning at the pictures, trying to imagine her the size of some of the models for muggle maternity wear. Some of them looked like they were ready to give birth to Volkswagons any minute.
Robert and Katherine came over and joined her at her table. He was about to ask her about the frown on her face when he turned his head a bit to see, upside down, what she was studying so closely. "You know, some of those women are expecting twins. And some are just plain bigger than you were before you got pregnant in the first place. Would you please stop reading these things? The only thing that matters is that Abbey gets here healthy, safe and sound. And that you stay healthy in the process. Besides, when did you ever think a pregnant woman was fat?"
"I don't," she defended herself, sipping at a new peach/pineapple smoothie Rob had asked her to taste test for him. She thought he was dreaming these things up to lure her away from her french roast, but she said nothing. She was glad he was thinking of her.
"The hell you don't," Robert said, sitting with her. Katherine sat down with Robert. "Khaat, dear, just think a second. You never shopped in Sevile Row in your life until you bought maternity clothes," Katherine said. "There is no law that says you have to look glamourous every day that you are pregnant. Rob isn't going to love you any less if you don't look like a muggle movie star until you get your figure back. Really he won't. When did this get to be such an issue with you anyway?"
"I don't know," she sighed, frustrated with herself.
"Well, get over yourself," Robert said, "Be happy you have a healthy baby, and stop trying to be something you're not. Let's order lunch, can we please? I"m starving." They opened their menu's, the conversation falling quiet. Khaat was silently grateful that they had dropped the topic for now.