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My Son
I wasn't sure how to feel. My mind was a complete mess. It seems like only yesterday that we had...well, you know... and now Tonks was actually having my baby. Our baby. I'm not sure how this happened. Well obviously I know ow we made the baby but I don't know how we go to this point. I tried to set her down not let her fall for me but she was so persistent. If I am completely honest, it's one of the many qualities I love most about her. I guess I'm glad she was that way otherwise I wouldn't be here, in St. Mungo's hospital, pacing up and down one f the white clinical wings, waiting for my child to be born.
At first I felt it was wrong. Tonks and I. She was so young and full of life and I was just me. I had a past, a haunting past. I was so much older, I didn't want to drag her down. But then again he thought that she ma learn from this mistake. Not to mention I'm a werewolf. I'm dangerous. I'm like a ticking time bomb . The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her but like I said, she didn't give up. Eventually, I couldn't let her go. I had fallen in love. It scared me at first to think that I could feel that way but soon it felt natural, like breathing. She became my life and now, we had made our own life.
I paced endlessly up and down the corridor, waiting for any sort of news. But all I could hear were the screams of y beloved Nymphadora as she gave birth to our child. Excitement rose with me at thee prospect of having a 'mini-me'. I only hope I didn't not fully pass on my genes. If this child had inherited the werewolf gene, although I would love them deeply, I would be incredibly ashamed of my self for being so careless. Hopefully it would not come to that. Suddenly, the screaming stopped and another cry was heard. The cry of a baby. I was a father.
A healer in light blue robes walked out holding a small bundle in her arms. She was walking straight for him. Instinctively, he held his arms out to take the child. "It's a boy," she whispered as she passed the sleeping infant. She walked back into the room where Tonks lay sleeping, leaving Remus with his son.
He was so small yet so perfect. His cheeks rosy and soft. His eyelashes long and slightly curled. A small tuft of mousey brown hair poked out from the blanket and, when the bouncing baby boy grasped Remus's little finger, it turned a brilliant shade of turquoise. He was simply perfect. Just like his mother. Remus felt overjoyed. He was a father. This was his baby boy. He felt so proud and his son had only been in this world for a matter of minutes. This little bundle was his to hold and raise. He vowed from that very seconded that he would protect this child as long a he lived. He would teach him the ways of the world. He would keep him from harm and only show him the good in people. It was this duty to keep him safe. He was a father. This was his son.