A/N: Written for the Ultimate Battle Competition. Prompt: Remus/Tonks.

"My little Teddy," Tonks cooed, cradling her son in her arms.

It was evening, and the storm that had been raging outside for the last few hours had calmed down slightly. The wind was still strong, and she watched it outside the window as it blustered past, blowing the leaves of the tall trees from side to side.

Her son was sleeping, his tiny features relaxed. He had cried for a long time after being born, but now he was quiet and content, his little fingers wrapped around his father's thumb.

"He looks just like you," said Remus hoarsely.

"No," said Tonks, chuckling. "He's you all over. He's got that same shrewd look you always have."

"Me? Shrewd?" said Remus, faking confusion. "I've absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

"He does look like you, though," said Tonks, smiling slightly. "He's got your nose."

"And your hair," said Remus, frowning at it. "But wasn't it darker a moment ago?"

Tonks laughed. "He must be a Metamorphmagus! My mum always said my hair started changing colour the day I was born."

Remus let out a short laugh. "That's great."

Tonks looked up at him. "You're not upset, are you?"

"Upset?" said Remus, attempting a smile. "Why would I be upset?"

"Remus…" She shifted slightly, sitting up a bit straighter. "I know you think he'll be a werewolf, but –"

"It's never been done, before, Dora," he reminded her gently.

"It spreads through the bite," said Tonks softly. "That much we know."

"I just –" He fumbled for the words. "I don't want him to have to go through what I did. And I don't want you to have to go through what my parents had to. And –"

"Remus, do you love him?" Tonks interjected.

He stared at her. "Of – of course I do! What kind of question is that?"

"If you love him, then none of that matters," said Tonks firmly. "Love is supposed to be unconditional."

"It is –"

"Then love him," said Tonks gently. "Love him and it will all turn out all right."

He stroked his son's hair. "He's beautiful," he murmured.

Teddy shifted in his blankets, opening his mouth and letting out a small mewl. Tonks laid a kiss on his forehead, shushing him. "He really is," she said, smiling.

He opened his eyes for the first time and Remus caught his breath. They were the exact same shape and colour as his own. Teddy blinked sleepily and then closed his eyes again.

"See?" said Tonks softly. "Just like you."

Remus was unable to suppress a smile. "All right, maybe a bit," he conceded, and Tonks chuckled tiredly.

"He'll need godparents," she said, and Remus nodded. "I was thinking…I know you haven't spoken to him since…well, anyway," she went on, hastily skirting around the topic, "I was thinking about maybe asking Harry."

Remus exhaled. "Of course. I completely agree."

"Do you?"

"Yes." He sighed. "This is a war, and if anyone's going to get out alive, it's him. And if he doesn't, then our world will end anyway."

"I was thinking that he's your best friend's son," said Tonks, smiling, "but thank you for bringing the rain to this parade."

Remus laughed softly. "Yes, that too." His smile fell slightly. "I miss James."

"I know," Tonks whispered, and Teddy yawned and snuggled closer to his parents as the wind outside began to calm.