Sitting on the edge of the countertop, Nymphadora has her head in her hands. She doesn't quite know what to expect from Remus after he has collected his thoughts and had time to let the truth and facts actually sink in. Not that he has too much choice of course, it's happened, it's there, and it's staying. She wrinkles her nose slightly as she stifles a yawn. She's just been so tired lately. She shivers slightly and leans her head back against the chipped paint on the cupboards. Molly's keeps saying she's been meaning to re-paint them, but hasn't gotten around to it yet. Nymphadora had offered the other day, but the older woman had given an adamant 'no'…she sighs at the thought of another overprotective mother figure. At least Moody hasn't found out yet.

She knows she will have to tell her mother eventually, but she wanted to tell Remus first in case she was in need of running to her parents for comfort and support; in case he was truly incapable of accepting this. She is rather worried actually, wringing her hands and twiddling her thumbs, her eyes gazing idly out the window, glazed over with a combination of exhaustion and worry as she watches a squirrel bat at one of Molly's various bird-feeders trying to get some of the seed out. A small smile creeps towards the left corner of her mouth as she envisions the two of them outside with a little boy, or a little girl, playing in the grass and being a family, maybe there would be more? She just had to make him see that he did deserve this, and that she would love him forever and always, and so would the child, despite his lycanthropy, despite his age, despite his economic position.

The tea kettle has gone off and is near boiling over, and Nymphadora slips off the counter before walking carefully to the stovetop in order to put it on the cold burner. She takes down her favorite, chipped, red mug and drops an herbal tea bag inside, needing to calm down before she has a heart attack. The anticipation and worry is getting to her. She gives a ragged sigh and a shudder wracks her spine as she pours the boiling water into the cup, wincing as tiny droplets hit her wrist. The kettle settled back comfortably on the stove, she totters miserably into the dining room, setting herself down in one of the chairs at the table, her mug now on the table, she reaches for the container of biscuits and pokes at the wrapping with her bitten fingernails, yawning slightly.

She can hear him; hear him upstairs wearing a hole in the floorboards in the room he's locked himself in. She doesn't know if this is a good thing, or if he's merely trying to come up with another asinine excuse as to why he cannot be with her, and why she ought to go find someone else. Nymphadora feels very weak now, exhausted and nauseous, and she's very, very afraid that she won't be strong enough to defend her position, that she won't be able to tell him what a git he's being and how hypocritical his standpoint is. She's afraid that her emotions are going to take the best of her that she'll burst into tears and end up running into the bathroom giving him the chance to leave and run away. Again. She closes her eyes and places her head in her hands and waits.

Remus' jaw literally dropped to the ground when Nymphadora spoke those two words. I'm pregnant. His whole, safe little world crashed down around him, before lifting up and filling all of the holes in his heart and soul with a new light; one that he refused to acknowledge in front of her. He had to think about it first, had to weigh all of the consequences and thought up everything that would happen to the both of them before he could either revel in the joy that would be brought from this child, or wallow in even more self-hatred and fear of harming either of them. Why was life so unfair?

He knows it's wrong of him to question the cards that fate has dealt him, but sometimes he wonders what his life would be like if he wasn't what he was. It's usually followed by a ragged sigh, the hunching of his shoulders, and the furrowing of his brow.

He paces the entire length of his room with his head in his hands and that very sigh coursing through his body as his minds travels to that place he wishes he could just pass over. Remus wishes so dearly that he could either turn back the time to save his nymph from this fate, or that he had not ever been bitten. This time he doesn't allow himself to question the fairness of his destiny.

Leaning against the wall momentarily, a soft sob surprisingly escapes the confines of his throat and he stares at his reflection in the mirror. The sad, grievous look in his eyes, the extra grey hairs that have suddenly sprung up out of nowhere, the scars on his arms, chest and soul. What if Nymphadora is right? What if she could love him forever, give him the family and the care and the intimacy that he has always longed for. Remus feels selfish as he thinks of these things. Who is he that he can dictate out the fate of the woman he loves more than life itself, more than any of those storybook romances that have survived the ages; he feels that someday there should be stories dedicated to their love. They would outshine them all.

The noble side in him is now telling him its side of the story. He begins to walk around the rug near his bed while he follows the ghastly, Weasley-knitted pattern with his eyes. Logic is telling him that she would be better off with someone younger; which he has told himself multiple times. This child could end up being like him, or he might harm the baby without meaning to. The same excuses he had for Nymphadora, he was now using for the baby. His logical, noble side is dictating to him the very justifications that the back of his mind was mulling over.

However, as this is occurring, his conscience and heart decide to begin taking a part in all of this 'talking' about what to do. His conscience immediately refutes every reason, and begins to take action on its own. For him to leave Tonks now, when she was pregnant with his child, would be completely against all of his moral judgments. He could never forgive himself if he ran away from the only love and family he might ever have. He has to admit that his heart is jumping at the prospect of having a child of his own.

Remus has always enjoyed teaching, and interacting with the students at Hogwarts was enough to make him feel almost content with the thought of never having a family, but now, now he will! He will have the woman he has loved for as long as he has known her, and they will together have a baby to show just how strong their feelings for one another truly are. He could leap for joy right now, and would if he knew that Nymphadora wouldn't get worried about either his sanity or his health.

He has been pacing that floor for a good hour and a half by now, but he's sure that he has come up with the correct decision and thus he opens the door and begins to walk down the creaky stairway, wringing his hands in worry as he tries to gauge her reaction. He wants to have the first word as he turns into the dining room, but Nymphadora beats him to it as she stands abruptly and leans tiredly against the tabletop as she struggles to remember her speech.

He opens his mouth to speak, but she is already halfway there and wins by a nose; well, actually a tongue.

"Remus, I know we've been over this loads of times," she begins as she looks up to meet his gaze with her own strong (but tiredly faltering) one. "But I love you, and you know that it doesn't matter to me how old you are, how much money you have, or your condition, your excuses are a load of rubbish and right now I really can't take that." Nymphadora feels nauseous, but she knows she has to go on or else he might just leave like last time.

"Look, we're going to have a baby, and whether you like it or not it's coming and I'm keeping it, and I really want you to be a father to it, it is yours after all." She mumbles quietly as she counters an argument before he even decides to use it. Little does she know that his mind is made up and there's nothing that she can do about it. She repeats I love you and waits for his response as her eyes fill up with tears and her stomach begins to do flips but she's going to stand there and wait for him to speak because she's too afraid that he would try to make his escape and she would never see him again. Isn't it ironic that his only cowardice is when it comes to love? She bites the inside of her cheek and waits for his argument so she can refute it, like always.

Remus steps forward, argument prepared in his mind as he nervously returns his hands to his sides. The hours spent above in his room have made him decide that actions speak louder than words and because he has come to this conclusion his hands take their rightful place protectively over her stomach as he presses his lips to hers in a promise that he won't ever put her through this again. It may not be doves and rainbows, but when her arms wind tightly around his neck and she presses closer he knows that she has accepted his apology and that they are ready to proceed with this relationship and family.

He finishes by murmuring "I love you too."