You don't know true love until you've pushed a mini human out of you. Or something like that. She had forgotten what the old saying was. Whatever it was, Nymphadora agreed whole heartedly. It had been five hours since giving birth to her first child, a son, and she still couldn't help but stare at him. It was like the longer she stared, the more new stuff she noticed.
Or maybe that was because he had inherited her metamorphmagus abilities. She giggled as she watched little Teddy's patch of hair turn from a redish brown to a dark plum coloring.
"Remus, he is perfect." Tonks sighed to her husband, who was pacing back and forth. Remus Lupin was part werewolf, so he was a nervous wreck worrying about whether or not his traits got passed on. So far, there was no signs of it. No unusual body hair or sharp teeth, which were common signs in newborn part werewolves.
"Will you please stop? So far the only resemblance that you guys have is a receding hairline." Remus loosened up a bit. He went over to the hospital bed and sat next to his wife, and looked at his son.
"Yah, you're right. He has my eyes, too. Or, er, he did, before they changed to silver." Remus gave his new son a kiss on the forehead. Baby Teddy cooed, the little patch of hair changing back to its original color.
"It's so weird how something so little, can bring so much good and love. He will do great things, this one. He has to; he was born in the midst of an oncoming war." Tonks cuddled her son to her chest, and Remus wrapped his arms around the two of them and pulled them close. He hoped that his wife was right, and prayed that this wasn't just the beginning of the end.