It had been their first night together when the crushing guilt had settled around him.

He had laid in the dark, listening to her deep sighs of contented sleep. Her smooth back had been pressed to his broad chest and as he had stroked his fingers down her side he was abruptly overwhelmed with the realization of how small she was. She was young, she was fragile, and she was perfect. The possibility that he could harm her was more terrifying than any nightmare he could remember. He had never felt more dangerous in his life.

Now, years after their first night, he had never felt less like a monster than he did as he lay in bed, listening still to her sighs of contented sleep, his large, lithe frame pressed to her petite body, arms wrapped around her middle and hands pressed against her abdomen that was for the second time in their marriage swollen with his child.

His own breathing fell into deep sighs of contented sleep.

This was peace.

-rlnt-

172 words. Little itty-bitty drabble. This was written entirely in my head first, word-for-word, and I actually wrote it down. I made it thinking Remus and Tonks. I also kept to my delusion that they live. Does creative license apply if it's not actually my creation? Anyway, this is closer to my typical narration than most of my other stuff. Let me know what you think. I don't bite, I give cookies. :3