Planning a rendezvous with her lover — the first since her pregnancy became known — was stressful, to say the least. Freya checked and rechecked Daniel's schedule, reassuring herself countless times that he wouldn't be home to notice her absence. And, if he did, she had an excuse crafted of tea with a friend. He had no reason to suspect anything was amiss, none that she could tell anyway. Unless he knew that he was infertile, which given how optimistic he was in the summer about children, seemed unlikely. It would've been incredibly cruel of him to have hidden such knowledge, anyway.

Determined not to think further on her husband, Freya discreetly floo'd to August's, her eyes locking on his in an instant. A broad smile crossed her face as she stepped from the fireplace towards him. "It is," she confirmed brightly. Converse and simply just be. It was all she'd wanted for months now.

Would it be weird to embrace him? She didn't know, but Merlin she yearned to. "Thank you, for this. I know it's ... difficult."