Then, bloody Romilda Vane was springing the fear of bloody hell into everyone with her gossip columns. Jemma was hard-pressed to understand why anyone would take was she was saying seriously (even if her own sources led her to believe that it was all incredibly true, and that was concerning what she didn't already know from facing it herself).
Which was why she was in her office, piles of paperwork nearly blocking her view from the open door leading out into the hallway.
She was keeping her eye out for Sebastian, having wanting to get in touch with him during the weekend but not having a minute what with everything else going on.
Finally, she saw that familiar stoic face and rose from her desk, a bit wobbly as she was still trying to deal with the extra weight in her stomach. She pressed her hand to her lower back as she called out his name.