"Lupin!" I screamed. I'm sure everyone in a five mile radius could hear, including Death Eaters, but that was just too damn bad. I have bigger problems here. "Get in here!"

"What? What's wrong? Has something happened?" He rushed in, his hair all floppy, his eyes blinking from sleep deprivation due to some more Order business he'd been attending to. "Are you alright?"

"No! I am NOT alright!" I growled. "Why would I scream if I was alright? You bleeding idiot, just get me out of this bed, I'm having a baby for Christ's sake."

"What, now?" He looked confused. I didn't think there was anything that could be confusing in 'I'm having a baby,' but who knows? He always has been a little slow on the uptake.

"No, next year. YES right now!"

I stood up, and started walking as another pain ripped through my body, and when it was over I was left shaking where I stood, gripping the bedpost.

He stared at me for a moment, I could tell he was confused. I wonder if he'd run into any Death Eaters lately. A very powerful confundus charm would explain his lack of understanding.

"Oh my god. What do we do?" He started pacing back and forth. "What do we do? What hospital do we go to? Is there even time? Here," he grabbed my arms and leaned me against the bed, "stay here, right there and I guess…you push? I don't really know. Yeah, just push. That's how they do it on muggle television, right?" He bent down and positioned his hands as if to 'catch' the baby. Literally. Like it would just drop out into his hands.

I laughed for a moment, but pain ripped through me again.

"Remus."

"Maybe you should be laying down for this?"

"Remus."

"Or maybe, maybe you should just stay there? Which is more comfortable for you? Least hazardous for the child?

"Remus!"

"What? Is there time to get you to a hospital yet or do we have to do this h-"

I grabbed his face in my hands. "Remus," he blinked a couple of times.

"Yes?"

"I am having a baby. Can you please get me to St. Mungo's now?"

He nodded.

I know he's not a simpleton or whatever, but really. Ever since we've married he's just been so…thick headed. Absolutely thick.

We walked through the hallway, him ahead of me as to get my coat and open the door. As I waddled by I accidentally hit the lamp post for the third time this week. It fell to the floor and the torch bulb shattered. I looked at it for a moment. How I've always hated that wretched thing. My mother insisted it stay here. She knows how clumsy I am, but still she insisted. Thank god it's dead now. I kicked it again to make sure.

Okay, so it wasn't to make sure it was dead. I was just really frustrated that it had to fall right now.

"Tonks. Come ON. You're having a baby. Remember?"

I looked at the lamp one more time, thinking one more kick should suffice.

"Nymphadora, forget the bloody lamp. Let's go."

I rolled my eyes, took his hand and disapparated.