He was light as a feather. His sandy brown hair matched Remus's suit perfectly as he nuzzled his nose against his father's chest. He cooed quietly- hardly audible- and Remus's heart melted.
He was a father. He was really a father.
The word was foreign to him; it was something he never thought he would be. Remus had lived the majority of his life believing that he would never meet a woman who would have children with him; no one that would love him for who he was- and sometimes, in spite of who he was.
"Remus?"
He turned immediately to the sound of his wife's voice- a natural response; instinct.
"Yes, darling?"
She smiled softly at the use of this generic but sweet petname.
"Can I hold him?"
It was odd for the mother to have to request to coddle her barely two -hour old baby, but she was understanding. Remus was in complete awe of the infant, and she couldn't blame him- she was as well. Nonetheless, he moved to rest the baby gently back into his mother's arms. He stared at her, transfixed, and smiled with the ghost of nervousness washing off his face.
"Tonks, how does he feel to you?"
She thought on this for a moment, grinning, before responding: "Like he weighs nothing at all!"
"Like a feather, perhaps?" Remus chuckled deeply and continued to stare at his wife with adoration.
"Exactly like a feather. Using my wand is heavier work than holding this bundle," she chimed, looking down at her son. "Are you still okay with the name Theodore?"
"I love it. There's no better name. Funny story, though."
"What's that funny story?" She asked curiously, eyebrows raised as she glanced up at her husband.
"Arthur was telling me about his muggle cartoon- the Chipmunks, or something. There's a fat little heavy, funny squirrel whose name is Theodore...But this baby is all skin and bones!"
Tonks laughed loudly and shook her head.
"Let's leave Arthur and his muggle related comedy out of this," she stared down at their child once more. "He is absolutely perfect, and the name suits him. One day he will be just as strong and hairy as his Daddy!"
Remus smiled slightly before his quick smile faltered.
What if his son was a werewolf?
"Oh, honey, I didn't mean it the way you're taking it..."
"No, no," he quickly assuaged. "Don't worry. It's alright."
He moved his attention to Theodore and rested the palm of his head atop the soft, circular patch on his baby's head as gently as possible.
"Remus, you may think you're a danger; that Teddy being a werewolf would harm him...But it won't and you aren't. You've never been. You have a heart of gold; as light as a feather. And I know your son will too."
With his eyes glistening, Remus moved to kiss his wife on the forehead.
"I love you, Nymphadora."
Anger did not fill her heart, but love, despite the use of her full name.
"I love you too, Remus."
