A/N: This not only a short little fanfic, but a peace offering to anyone getting impatient with me; I've been slightly drained lately! This was written for the April Challenge at metamorfic_moon on Livejournal, and is set during DH. Consider it one of their precious family moments together; one of few or one of many, depending on how you feel about canon! Remus POV.

This was also beta-read very efficiently by ladyofthelight101.

It is Easter Sunday, and we are in the kitchen. There isn't a cloud in the sky and everything seems a bit happier, including the two of us. You, only a week old, are lying peacefully in my arms and looking up at me, though I know your vision isn't too clear. I think the fact that your hair is a dark chocolatey brown today is not a coincidence, though.

There's a strong smell of chocolate in the air, but it's not just any chocolate, Teddy. This is my famous chocolate cake, which is (I don't mean to blow my own trumpet here) the best you can find. You need a perfect balance of magic and culinary skill to get the texture and flavour right. I must confess I didn't invent it; my mother, your late lamented mamie, did (I invented the Moony's Speciality, but that's another story). She ran a chocolate shop, and she didn't let me coming along stop her from creating her masterpieces. One of my first memories is sitting in a chair waiting for this cake to finish, just like we are now. I hope it will be one of yours too.

Heavens. I've been a dad for all of a week and I'm already turning into a sort of granddad who tells stories all the time. Sorry. You don't have to pay attention if you don't want to. But this is a piece of our history, Teddy. A very delicious piece! I hope your mummy will approve of this; I've always wanted to make it for her, I've just never gotten round to it, really, what with all the...er...fighting bad guys. Don't tell her though, it's a surprise.

Oh no, here she comes. She sniffs the chocolatey air. She's seen your hair, too – I told you to not to tell her. I think she approves though.

Is this your famous chocolate cake? Yes, it is. Especially for you.

There are lines in her face when she smiles now. I blame you for them. Well, maybe we're both responsible. They need filling out. With cake.

It's just what I need. Well…that and sleep.

Did you hear that, Teddy? She's threatening to sleep off Easter! She can't be a true Lupin like us. We celebrate Easter no matter what.

I don't suppose you put real chocolate in?

Of course! Nothing else will do!

But we can't afford it. We need to buy nappies and things.

Yes, I thought of that. Consider it a present. You only get one Easter a year. And seriously, we have enough nappies.

We can never have enough nappies.

Dora, stop it. I'm supposed to be the irritatingly sensible one, not you. If we both act like it what kind of example are we setting to Teddy? Don't laugh, I mean it! This, my dear, was baked especially for you, if you didn't hear the first time. You've barely slept in a week.

Not to mention the…

And other things. For that you deserve the finest. And just for once I didn't want anything - not unemployment, not Death Eaters, not even our new baby - to stop me from giving it to you.

Oh, Teddy! Shh, shh…Sorry to ignore you. Mummy was…saying thanks. But thank you for reminding me. The cake would have gotten burnt. You're a born baker.

It's Easter Sunday, a bit later, and we are in the kitchen. You're sleeping in your little rocker. Your hair is still dark brown. Your mummy and I are sharing the cake. I think Mummy has just deliberately left some chocolate sauce on her lips, and she looks like she wants me to deal with it.

Could I be happier? No.