I blame tumblr for this. For a lot of things, actually, but that is neither here nor there.
I really have no excuse for how silly this is. Enjoy?
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter. If I did so many characters would be alive.
They are sleeping, or at least trying to, in one of what Remus is sure will be one of their last quiet moments for a long time. Harry will need all the help he can get to defeat Voldemort, and Remus intends to be there for him, for as long as he needs.
He can't help but wonder what will happen in the coming weeks; he can't help but imagine it will be a cold, hard, long slog to victory, if it comes at all.
"Where did you go to?" A sleepy Tonks mumbles into his back. She is heavily pregnant now, and deeply uncomfortable. Remus yanks himself from his thoughts.
"Just thinking." He replies, reaching back to slide a hand over her hip. He drifts his fingertips over her enormous belly, their child safe inside. She snuggles closer to him, bump pressing against his spine in a way that has grown to be comforting in the last few months, a reassurance that even if he doesn't make it through this war, his child will, and will grow up happy, and content.
Even if said baby was over due by two weeks. Late, just like his mother.
"Remus?" She nudges him in the ribs with a cold finger. He rolls over and screams loudly, face to face with the visage of one Severus Snape, scrambling backwards wildy.
The scream is of course, very manly, but a scream none the less. Tonks is in stitches, peals of giggles rolling through the small bedroom they are using. Her familiar features reappear, and she rolls onto her back, chest heaving with laboured breaths as she laughs so hard that as she rolls again she slips over the edge of the bed, landing on her bottom with a thud and a giggled expletive.
"Dora?" The nickname brings her head around, and she mock glares at him, before transforming her mouth into the bill of a duck, the same addition that had so amused Ginny Weasley.
He splutters out a laugh, and she adds the ears of what appears to be a panda, and then sticks her tongue out.
It is a chameleon tongue, and it strikes his cheek wetly as she grins unrepentantly.
This is the final straw, and they both break out into explosive guffaws, laughing so hard that they become silent, and gasping for air.
Tonks freezes suddenly, not laughing at all. She clutches her belly, puffing and groaning low in her throat. Remus stops, wriggling free of the bedsheets and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"Dora?"
"Remus." She squeezes his hand tight. "I think Teddy decided today's the day." He pales, feels the blood drain from his face. She turns her face up towards his and frowns. "And my water just broke." He looks down, notices a damp patch on the bed.
"You laughed yourself into labour?" He says incredulously. "You actually laughed yourself into labour!?" He can't quite understand the situation; clearly his brain isn't really working.
"Get me to Molly!" She squeaks.
"Yes dear."
This one sort of wrote itself. I have no idea what goes on in my brain sometimes.