A/N: Finally. Well, it's short, but it's there. Enough of my pointless talking, on to the story!
John stood in the Muggle hospital, bursting with emotion, staring down at his wife. She had been visiting with her parents when she had gone into labor, and they brought her here. John had been at work. He didn't mind the hospital, as everything was so surreal anyway. Nothing could have tainted this experience. He smiled.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Katherine asked, looking expectantly up at him.
"You both are," he replied, sitting down beside her bed and throwing an arm around her shoulders. He gazed down at his son, this tiny boy sleeping in his mother's arms, and felt extremely lucky. He looked at Katherine again. Lucky she had agreed to go out with him, lucky she said 'yes' when he proposed, and now, lucky they had been blessed with such a perfect child. Yes, he had been very fortunate.
Becoming a father suddenly put his world in perspective. Work had been rather stressful lately, with wild rumors flying. The Ministry had been informed that there may be a group of people (Death Eaters, were they called?) following a 'Lord Voldemort' who was planning a revolution of some sorts. They heard this circle were concerned with blood status and such. It was revolting. The details were all very unclear and sketchy, but necessary precautions had to be made and these claims had to be investigated. The allegations had been about for a while, but there was more news all the time, it seemed. Now it was speculated that the werewolf Fenrir Greyback was in league with this mysterious group. Oh, how John hated that man. He was vile and had always given the Ministry grief. It was only a matter of time before they could pin something on him and John shamelessly hoped to be the one to do it.
Thinking of all these things, John couldn't help but worry about the world his son would grow up in. He thought this must be a concern for most new parents. But, John decided, he would do his best to fight against these so-called 'Death Eaters.'
He then noticed Katherine was staring at him.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Of what a wonderful family we make," he said with a reassuring smile. He wouldn't worry her just yet. For now, they would just appreciate their extraordinary new son, Remus John Lupin. They had decided on the name weeks before. Or
really, she had decided the name. Remus, she had said, was the brother of the founder of Rome and that they both had been raised by wolves. Or something like that. He wasn't so much listening as watching her face light up while explaining it.
"Oh, it just fits. His last name would be Lupin of course, which must come from Latin meaning 'wolf.' Isn't it just fantastic?"
He wasn't overly excited about the name, but he liked it well enough. And it was worth seeing the excitement on her face. Remus Lupin. It did have a nice ring to it.
He held her closer and looked down at their son, little Remus John Lupin. As he placed a kiss on Katherine's cheek, he felt content.
A/N: Not my favorite. It was so 'aw' worthy, I might barf. :D But, next chapter is written and not too bad, if I do say so myself. So what did you think? I'd love some feed-back.
Oh, and sorry for the cheesy chapter names. I felt I should apologize for those.
