Troubles
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This is my first fanfic, so I am just seeing if it is good or not, which I doubt that it is! Okay, here goes...
Remus Lupin was a very happy man. He had many reasons to be happy: his wife, Ginny, of three years, had just had their third child, Voldmart and all of his known Death Eaters had either been killed or were in Azkaban, people had become more accepting of werewolves, and Harry had finally come to a more-friendly relationship with him after nearly ten years of grieving over the loss of Sirius. Yet something was still bothering him deep down inside.
That something kept bothering him for about five years. Ginny had not had any more children because Remus's excuse was that he had been to "busy" to stop and make love to her. Oh, yes Remus longed to do it every night, but he had a hidden fear. A fear that he knew he would have to confess to Ginny some day very soon. His fear was that he knew he would die many years before Ginny would and he didn't want to leave her with too many children to handle and very little money. Money was a thing that the Lupin's never thought much of and never had much of either. They didn't mind that, they always got along. He just didn't want to leave such a huge burden on Ginny whenever he left this world. At the same time he wanted five or more children, which he knew Ginny desired, too.
Ginny was concerned for her husband. He hadn't been himself lately at all. He always looked depressed and was aging at an alarming rate for his age of 52. Ginny knew he was hiding something and she assumed that it was about their children growing up to be werewolves. She knew he longed for another child, as their oldest was already five.
Ginny originally thought that she could get Remus to confess his troubles easily, but he proved to be almost embarrassed or almost crying at times. During the night, in bed, Remus couldn't keep his troubles to himself any longer. He quietly told Ginny that because he loved her and their children that he didn't want to have anymore children because he knew that they wouldn't be fully grown up by the time he would be dying and unable to work. Ginny just stared; she had not expected this at all. Remus was never the man to admit that he would ever die. Ginny then told him that all that mattered was that he loved her with all his heart and that he would stop worrying about what was to happen after his death. Though this still made Remus a little worried, he obeyed his wife and passionately made love to her. The first time in nearly six months.