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Gabriel really didn't take kindly to being scolded, or told---what to do. He was good at following directions, that was more than obvious, but when he was simply reading symptoms and situations and--fine. Just--fine. Gabriel helped Mary up and off the bed so that she could get to the loo, keeping his mouth in a pencil thin line as he crossed the room to wait for her to be done.

He almost wanted to tell her that no, he wasn't lucky that she was the one carrying the child. Not that Gabriel had any desire to be in Mary's literal position, but no matter where she went, what she did, the baby was with her. And him? No, he joined her for healer appointments, he made it when they needed to figure out things for the nursery (because he refused to let Sirius Black near anything his son was going to be sleeping in).

Every time he thought about the baby, it opened up the millions of worries he had. His sister hadn't spoken to him since that Hogsmeade weekend, his parents hadn't contacted him since before his birthday in January, and it was simply becoming...life, it was becoming his every day life, not speaking to his family and just going to work.

Going home, going to work. Sometimes a baby meeting. Going home again.

Gabriel sat on the window sill, arms crossed as Mary finished in the loo. It didn't seem like a good time to discuss details, but he was not feeling like ignoring things for the good of the situation. Crossing the room again to help Mary back to the bed, he began to wonder aloud,

"I think this--whole ordeal, I think this means we should discuss custody issues, Mary. I know you've had a rough few days, but it just proves that we need to know how we're going to raise our son and--the poor boy also needs a name," Gabriel rambled the last bit almost shyly, ducking his eyes away for a moment, "I want to make sure that you know and that--he knows when I'll be there for him. I always will be but---I mean. You...know."