"You're what?" The demand leaping from my mother's lips the second the word pregnant fell from my lips, I felt Fred squirm beside me as he fell under my parents joint silent fury. "Jessica," she said, it came out as a sigh as she attempted to calm herself, "I have told you -multiple times- that if you are going to have sex you are to be careful about it." At the sight of me squirming she only scowled further.
"I know, and I'm sorry," which only drew another exasperated sigh, "but we are going to keep it, and we are engaged."
Instead of the torrent of fury about throwing away my future that I had expected, they both just nodded at each other. "Now we don't approve particularly," Mum said as she gave a pointed look at where Fred held my hand in his own, "but we will support you." A nod was shared between the two adults in front of us.
The silence that followed was an odd combination of a relief from the previous topic and nerves at what someone might say next. "We haven't set a date yet, for the wedding." Words falling from my mouth, Mum cocking an eyebrow at me, daring me to say more on the matter. "Well I don't really want to get married looking like a whale, and we were engaged before the whole thing," somewhat disapproving expressions coated their faces, "So there isn't a need to rush so much."
"Thanks for telling me that," Fred whispered while squeezing my hand.
Ignoring him I continue, "and it's not like anyone is fussed about having children out of wedlock now, and we will get married, just not right now." Emphasising the will to try and sway them slightly, not that they were the epitome of all things right in society, and they couldn't very well force it either way.
After the visit clearly became more awkward than anyone present, I made an excuse to leave with Fred following behind me nervously, walking out the front door with farewells still being said, getting to the apparition point closest and collapsing onto the bed in front of me.
"Still could be worse?" Fred chuckled.