He takes the box, carefully opening the lid. Inside sits a beautiful wooden frame, hawthorn and vine wood elegantly entwined. He flips the frame over and stares at the picture inside, his breath captures in his throat, his heart pounding as his eyes travel to his wife. He sees it now, what he found odd before. She’d been under a glamour, which she’s clearly now removed. Her bump proudly displayed in her tight tshirt and leggings. Having seen their friends through multiple pregnancies, Ginny, Hannah, Ginny again and more recently Astoria, his eyes go back to check the picture in the frame, questioning just how far along she could be with her bump that size. It’s then he fully sees the picture before him.