Disclaimer: Jo's characters. Lucky woman. (I'm just borrowing Remus and Harry for the time being) I only own Emma, the Healer.
Setting: After DH. Remus survived. None of that Tonks business.
Background Story: Remus and Harry started living together in Grimmauld Place after the battle, and soon fell in love (awwww). They married when Harry was 19. This three years later when Harry is 23 and Remus is 43.

A/N: So uh yeah third story, within a week – I'm proud! The POVs will change every now and then but I'm hoping you can keep up with my "organisation". But in the end I just hope that it's a good read so I'll just bugger off now.

Waiting for my baby

'Where is he? He should have come home ages ago!' thought a very worried Remus Lupin as he paced back in forth in the living room. His frustration growing he strode away from the window to the other end of the living room, then back to the window again. 'Aargh! He said he'd come back early and he's late! Again! Where the hell is he?' Remus tried to calm himself down, as he watched the Christmas snow falling down.

"Remus, babe? You in?"

Harry's voice startled him out of his worrying. For now.

"Yes I'm here. I'm in the living room love." Remus' own voice sounded weak, and yet excited to his own ears.

"Babe? You all right? I'm sorry I'm late; Arthur wanted a chat and a coffee. I'm sorry I forgot to send along Prongs."

Harry walked up behind Remus, wrapping his arms around his Husband's waist, breathing his husband's scent in deeply.

"You still sound slightly faint. Did you go see Emma today?" (A/N: I hate these in the middle of stories, but just a quick explanation. Emma is a Healer, who was in the same year as the Marauders at Hogwarts. She was a Hufflepuff. Still haven't figured out what that is of course...)

"Yes..."

"And?"

"It'll keep. Come on I made your favourite, but it's probably ruined now."

Harry sighed. He knew his husband too well it seemed. Remus seemed upset, and that meant he would shut up, and curl in on himself in a ball of misery. Which meant there wouldn't be any Good-Night Sex. "Do you just want to go to sleep then?"

"I think that'd be best love. I'm not hungry."

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Later as Harry and Remus snuggled up together, Remus mulled over what had happened that day. He sensed that Harry was near sleep, so he took his chance, as he kissed Harry's neck.

"Harry."

"Mmmmf?"

"Something has happened."

"Remus baby, this can wait."

As Harry finally fell into Sleep's clutches, he thought he heard Remus faintly murmur something.

"Harry, something wonderful has happened. I'm Pregnant."

A/N: First multi, I hope. I'll leave it up to you lot. I do have more ideas on this story. Review if you want. (Y) Though I want to know if you want this continued or not.