"I'm not sure I'm ready for this," Dora said, chewing on her bottom lip. Remus heard her sigh as they stood on the top step of her mother's stoop.
He closed my eyes and smiled, "The Nymphadora Tonks who battles the most vicious criminals in the wizarding world on a daily basis, who fought in a war and went head-to-head with powerful dark wizards, is scared of her mother."
She stomped her heavy boot on the cement and scowled, "Of course I'm scared of my mother, Remus. She's my mother. My mother. The hard-headed woman who had the nerve to name me 'Nymphadora.' Who was born to the Black family and married a muggle-born. Who nearly cursed your balls off when we told her that I was pregnant the first time."
Uncomfortably, Remus shifted Teddy on his hip, "I recall."
Dora looked at him with a look that was pleading for her husband to tell her that they didn't have to tell her mother. Half of his mind wanted to tell her that they could just go home and not tell Andromeda; however, the rational part of him knew that they couldn't keep the news from her forever.
Remus reached over and took her hand, "It's better we tell her now. Imagine how angry she would be were she to find out through someone else."
She gave him a resigned look before knocking on the door. He squeezed her hand a little and gave her a smile.

Andromeda Tonks opened the door and looked at them strangely, "Molly's party isn't for another hour. What has you so early?"
As she ushered them into the house, Dora replied, "Can't I just stop by for a visit, Mum?" There was more than a touch of sarcasm to her voice.
"Well, as long as you bring this little angel with you, you certainly can," Andromeda said, pinching Teddy's cheeks and taking him from his father's arms.
"Ah, Andromeda, that's really flattering, but you know I'm a married man," Remus teased.
"It's no wonder why you got along so well with Sirius," she said, swatting at his arm and swept Teddy away into the lounge. Dora and Remus followed, her clearly still nervous.
"So, what's the news?" Andromeda asked.
Her daughter looked at her, stunned, "What do you mean?"
"Nymphadora," she said, sitting in a plush chair, "I wasn't born yesterday, you know? I'm your mother. I know when you're keeping something from me."

Remus took a seat on the couch and Dora sat next to me, fidgeting and tracing an imaginary line on her knee. Trying to comfort her, he placed a comforting hand on the knee that she wasn't tracing the next masterpiece upon.
Andromeda bounced Teddy on her lap while he giggled. "When is the baby due?" she asked, watching her grandson's orange hair toss with each bound.
Dora quite nearly fell off the sofa (she would have been on the floor had I not made a rather swift save). "How– I mean– D– Did someone tell you? How did you know?" Dora stuttered.
The older woman smiled as her guess was confirmed, "I told you, Nymphadora, I know you." She lowered Teddy into the floor and stood to embrace her daughter.
Nymphadora stood on slightly wobbly legs and wrapped her arms around her mother. In a barely audible whisper, Andromeda said into Dora's hair, "Your father would be so excited."
As they parted, Andromeda asked, "So when will the baby be here?"
"July," Remus answered, "or early August."

Andromeda turned to him as if she had forgotten that he was in the room. "And you're staying around this time, right?" she said in a voice that sounded much more like a threat than a question (she and her daughter are more alike than they would ever admit).
Remus stood and wrapped an arm around his wife, "I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else."