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"Uncle Ron?"

I looked up from the newspaper to see six-year-old Teddy Lupin peeking around the corner of the doorframe, wearing his favorite blue broomstick and snitch pajamas, all wrapped in a big white fleece blanket.

"He's in the bathroom," I hear myself say, "He'll be right back. Can I do anything for you?"

He blushed and looked down at his adorable little white-socked feet.

"I think I want to talk to him," he said, looking up to meet me in the eyes, quickly.

"Okay," I said, giving him an encouraging smile. He smiled back at me, instantly warming up.

I don't know what it is about Teddy, but like Harry, he was a little shy around me when we first met. It's still like that, except after a few minutes together he gets more comfortable, and extremely talkative.

"Do you want to come sit with me until he comes back?"

He nods and half-walks, half-skips to sit next to me on the couch. Right as he sits down, I can hear the bathroom door opening from down the hall of our little house. Teddy jumped up and immediately became quiet again, and I was reminded so much of Remus that I had to blink to make sure my eyes weren't tricking me.

Ron walked into the room rubbing his wet hands on his navy blue sweat pants and white t-shirt. He looked in surprise at Teddy.

"Hey, bud. Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" he asked, scooping Teddy up in his arms and holding him up near his waist. Teddy nodded against Ron's shoulder.

He looked me in the eye and mouthed, "What's up?" as he pointed to Teddy's head at an angle that Teddy couldn't see. I shrugged.

Ron walked over to the other sofa, next to the bookshelves that he insisted on having ("I don't want your bloody books all over the house!") and sat down, laying Teddy down in his lap.

I tried not to listen as they spoke personal words.

"Why aren't you sleeping, bud?" I smiled at Ron's nickname for his best friend's godchild.

"Can't sleep," I heard Teddy mutter.

"Why not?" Ron asked softly, concern evident in his voice.

"Her," he said frustratingly. Ron's eyebrows rose.

"Her?" he asked, "Her who?"

"Vickie," Teddy moaned, burying his face in Ron's t-shirt.

"You mean Victoire?"

"Yes," Teddy replied shortly.

"Well what about her?" Ron asked.

I could see him struggling to realize why Victoire was keeping Teddy awake, when she wasn't in the house. It hit me, and a second after it immediately hit Ron too. "Ah."

"Yeah," Teddy said, his face red.

"You can't stop thinking about her?" Ron was looking down at Teddy with the cutest look on his face; it was a mix of disbelief and love.

"Yes," Teddy said yet again.

"You like her," Ron said, but it wasn't a question this time.

I realized I was eavesdropping on their conversation and immediately turned my focus back to my book. I tried to focus on the page, but the words were swimming in front of me, and I couldn't help but listen to their exchange.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, bud, but she's only four, so you might want to wait a few more years. But I'm positive she's crazy about you too. I've watched the two of you together and she practically worships the ground you walk on!" Ron said, giving Teddy a playful squeeze around the shoulder.

Teddy blushed, but I could see the beginnings of a smile on his face.

I looked at Ron, who was looking down at Teddy with admiration. The two of them really were adorable together. Besides Harry, Ron was the one who Teddy trusted the most; if Harry was the closest thing that he had to a father, Ron was the closed thing that Teddy had an uncle.

I loved watching them, whether they were wrestling on the floor, playing Quidditch in the backyard at the Burrow, or talking closely, as they were now. It made me imagine, once again, what a brilliant father Ron will make, someday. Seeing them together almost made me want a little boy; one just like Teddy.

All of a sudden, we were alone in the room. Teddy must've gone back to sleep, obviously content with the answers Ron had given him concerning his girl troubles. I looked over to the couch where Ron sat and saw him staring at me with glowing eyes.

"He's so cute," he said, obviously to judge my reaction. I kept looking him in the eye as I nodded.

"Think we'll have one of our own some day?" he asked, glancing at the door where Teddy had left as he got up from the couch and folded his blanket.

"If you want," I said.

"I do," he shot me a lopsided grin. Butterflies immediately erupted in my stomach.

He wants to have children with me. We had talked about it, but not recently. He arranged the pillows so they were just how I liked them.

"Soon?" he asked, momentarily stopping from his tasks to look me in the eye.

I nodded, a giant smile now consuming my face.

"Okay, good," he said, smiling too. He now looked tired from the work of having Teddy sleep over.

"How about we go to bed now?" he asked, standing up in front of me with his arm outstretched, reaching to help me up.

"Sounds great." I replied, taking his hand.

A/N: I liked this one.

Heaps of thanks to RHr4Eva for Betaing!!!

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P.S. The next chapter is about Hugo. I'm super excited for it :)