"Yes, Remus. That iz what I said, iz it not?" He looked up into her face, his eyes still wide from shock. Her green eyes seemed confused, as if she had misspoken, used the wrong English words, and told him she has three testicles.
"I...I heard...you..." His voice was distant. He didn't know what to say. He had so many thoughts he normally would have said out loud but none that would do her good. "We...you..." He looked at her hands, and took them into his. He turned them over and traced one finger over the creases on her palms. Finally, he looked up into her face. "You have to get an abortion."
"What?" Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head from the thought of what he'd just said. "Remus, this is our child. Our child. I refuze to kill him. I'm not killing my mate's child." Never once did her voice quaver, nor did it ever break. She was final in what she said and he knew there was no reason to argue. She wouldn't abort the child. She'd have her wand snapped before she did that.
"I just want what's best for my precious diamond," he said gently as though he was apologizing, running his hand over her cheek. She leaned in to his touch.
"I know, but you have to understand: I want zis. I really do."
"I know, I know, it's just-" Remus paused suddenly, forgetting what he was about to say when another though occurred to him. "Him? Refuse to... it's a boy?" It was his turn to be shocked. "You know that already?"
"Iz my robes really zat puffy?" She patted her robes down as if testing them, and he saw her small stomach and smiled. He was going to be a father.