Tonks sat on the bathroom floor of her flat, feeling vaguely sick. She was breathing heavily after vomiting only minutes earlier, and her head was pounding, when she heard a knock at the door. Getting slowly to her feet, quenching the feeling of nausea, she walked to the door and opened it. In the doorway stood her fiancé, his face smiling.
"Hello, good to see you too Dora." Remus said. When she didn't answer he looked at her concerned, "Is something the matter, where's your bright cheerful self?"
"I'm just feeling a little unwell, that's all." Tonks said, trying to settle his fears.
"Are you sure?" He asked, gazing at her intently.
She nodded before adding, "If you're so worried, I'll go to the Healer's at St. Mungo's later." He nodded, stating that would be a good idea.
Tonks led him into her flat, and they sat down on the sofa. He asked if she wanted any breakfast, to which she ran into the bathroom, and vomited yet again.
"You are defiantly seeing a healer later, and I'm coming with you." He said.
"But Remus-" Tonks started.
"No, Dora, I'm coming and that's that." Remus said, and that was the end of the conversation.
Later that day, outside the healer's office-
Tonks walked out of her appointment, white with shock. Remus stood as she walked out of the door, and into the street, but before he could ask her anything she had apparated to her flat. She had only been there a few minutes, when her fiancé arrived with a crack.
"Dora, you left, without explaining what was wrong." Remus said, "Are you alright?"
She smiled meekly at him before answering, "I'm not ill."
"But you were sick-"
"I'm pregnant." She whispered.
"What!" He said, she looked terrified, as if he was ashamed with her. "Are you really?" He asked with such enthusiasm, that she had to smile, and she nodded. Remus picked her up and hugged her hard, and then looked at her intently, "You thought I'd be angry?"
"Yes, are you?" Tonks asked, he shook his head, "Good, cos neither am I." She smiled so hard that they were soon laughing together, and clutching each other tightly, as if afraid to wake up from this dream they were living!
It took me ages to write this story. But I love it. Ramona-Theta.