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He was woken up by the first stray sunrays which entered the bedroom, but she was still asleep. He got up and headed to the kitchen. Her reaction last night after the battle, was one he had never witnessed coming from her in the past, he thought, while making himself a cup of coffee. She had totally frightened him. She was an auror, used to that kind of situations just as used as he was to transforming, and she had never before broken down like that. Then again, I can't really say I'll ever feel fully used to transforming. He thought that it probably was a result of seeing her parents being tortured. That was terrible enough even for him.

He walked to the bedroom, holding a cup of milk for her. She had opened her eyes. He sat on the bed. "Are you alright?" he asked seriously.

She wasn't really pale that morning, but she became now. "Yes."

"Dora, I'm worried. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing that should worry you… in that way at least."

"What do you mean? You are sick!"

"I'm not. Not really."

"What do you know that I don't?" he asked, looking confused. "You're scaring me! I think it's my fault!"

She grinned bitterly, patting his knee. "Technically, we could say it is!"

"What do you mean?"

She felt her heart racing. She still found herself unable to believe it, she still felt faint every time she thought about it. "Moony, I'm expecting."

He stared at her blankly, not really knowing if he had not understood or if wanted to delay his understanding as much as possible. "Expecting what?"

"Quite a genius you are sometimes, professor. Expecting a baby, of course!"

Remus Lupin could swear that his heart stopped beating for a moment there. At least he was sure that his brain had stopped working. When both organs started functioning properly again, ten different thoughts crossed his mind. Oh my God, a baby! And Good thing she isn't sick, and What will I do! And finally How did we let that happen?

"Earth calls Remus! Whoa!"

He was brought back to reality. "For… for how long have you known?"

"I learnt yesterday, at the wedding. Molly confirmed my guess with the spell."

He nodded slowly, and then stared at the floor blankly. Her heart was pounding violently in her chest. It had been difficult enough for her to realize that she was carrying a new life inside her, and for some reason his reaction was making it even harder. "What's wrong, Remus?" she said softly, as her chest tightened. "Don't you… want it?"

He raised his head slowly. "How could I ever not want a baby? Your baby? You've just… taken me by surprise. We're in the middle of a war, Dora."

"What's the matter with that?"

"It's not exactly the ideal period to have a… a baby."

"Molly and Arthur had seven."

He smiled slightly and pulled her into a careful hug. "Maybe you are right. I just… cannot believe it!"

"I know. Neither can I."

Remus Lupin knew he was too lucky of a man to have gained such a perfect woman, especially when being a poor, old werewolf. However, he had stopped there, and had never considered of having a real, bigger family. The idea of a child sounded completely new and strange to him. It was much more than he had ever asked of. More than he had ever dreamt of.

"So…" she bit her lip. "Is everything alright?"

He swallowed. "Yes." He nodded. "Everything's just fine."

He just wished he would be able to feel as happy as he wanted. He found his enthusiasm unbearable during the day, and he could not stop admiring his beautiful, glowing wife, even when tired, with her baggy t-shirts and unwashed hair, he caught himself dreaming of a holding a little baby in his arms, but then, for a while, he would shiver and feel sick, just as sick as she'd been. The night that followed, he lay on his bed, with his back turned at a snoring Nymphadora. She's probably right. He told himself. Look at the Weasley's. Seven children during the war, and they are all fine, a happy, loving family. But then, an annoying voice interfered. What about James and Lily? What about Frank and Alice? And Marlene? She was killed while she was pregnant. The images of his beloved friends came to stay in his mind, and made a lump which took its place in his throat for the following days.

*x*x*x*x*

Remus Lupin entered the apartment and threw his patched coat on the couch, then walked to his wife's eccentric cherry-shaped mirror to bring his appearance back to normality, with his wand. He sighed. Disguising to go out was a strong sign that they were officially at war again. Half of his life had been a war and, even though that he could see that coming, he had desperately and stubbornly hope that his life wouldn't be in grave danger again. And now he wasn't alone. There was her life too.

Running a hand through his hair, he looked around the living room and an amused smile appeared to brighten his tired features. Those lime green polka dot things on the lamp could be nothing but socks. Also he could swear that on Nymphadora's broomstick, flying around in the house, he could see a fuchsia bra.

His wife entered the living room. She was wearing a fluffy green sweater and a baggy pair of jeans which were so torn, she could only wear in the house without having old ladies raising their eyebrows. Her hair was short, straight and brown. "Wotcher", she grinned. "Tell me the news from the outside!"

"As charming as you already know. Murders, tortures, pretty things…" he said bitterly.

She groaned. "I miss the times when I could go to work, feel a little useful by trying to catch and strangle Death Eaters… well, I never strangled one but still. It's terrible, not being able to go to work."

"But the ministry now belongs to them, Dora, so if you kept working you would practically help them..."

"I know," she sighed and sat on the arm of the color-changing sofa.

He made his way next to her. "It isn't too bad having more time to stay home after all." He mumbled jokingly, cupping her face and pulling her to a soft kiss. He felt her smiling upon his lips, and then pulled her away and looked at her, amused. "Pray tell me, darling, what exactly are your socks doing on your lamp?"

She slightly punched him on the shoulder. "They're taking a nap!"

"Is my hat snoring in the fridge then?" he kissed her again. "That's why I love you so!"

They let their backs fall on the couch and continued kissing. She was smelling differently every time and it was driving him crazy. Always the same gardenia base, but sometimes there was a little chocolate in it, some others there was leather, some others there was just sleep, which was his favorite scent, and some other times there was sex in her scent. But now, it was a totally new smell, of powder and wool… was it… motherhood?

Unconsciously his hand moved from her back to the front, and rested on her still flat belly. He was still finding himself afraid of the fact that he would become a father, but it was also an exciting, completely unique and mind taking feeling. His heart started racing as she broke the kiss and offered him a smile.

"I know it's stupid," she said shyly, "but I was thinking of some names…"

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Isn't it a bit early?"

"I couldn't help it."

He chuckled. "I don't think that discussing some names for our daughter will do any harm, especially considering how impatient she will be, if she takes after her mother."

"Let's hope she won't be cursed with an idiotic name like her mother's, but how do you know that the baby will be a girl, professor?"

"I don't know, I just have a feeling."

"Very well, you may go with your feeling, but I want a stubborn boy with chocolate eyes!"

"What are the boy names you've thought about, then?"

"You go first."

"Well, maybe Apollo!" he said triumphantly!

Tonks almost choked. "What? There is no bloody way I'm naming my son Apollo!"

"But he was the god of music and sun…"

"He was probably a dumb ignorant guy who only cared of his blond locks! It's a ridiculous name!"

"Well, maybe it is. What were you thinking?"

She gave him a huge smile. "I was thinking about Ringo!"

He stared at her blankly. "Dora, I'm not sure if this is a good idea…"

"But you like the Beatles!"

"I do, I love them, but you can't call our son Ringo!"

"Ringo was the cutest one." She looked at him grumpily.

"If it has to be from the Beatles, why don't we call him George? He was the most quiet and sensible one!"

"That's a good idea! Not to mention how hot he was!"

Remus' cheeks flushed. "Hot? Hotter than me? I don't think I want that name for our son… I prefer thinking of him as clever and kind than hot!"

Tonks laughed heartedly and placed a peck on his lips.

"Besides," he continued, "if we have to call him after our Muggle idol, I'd call him Charles!"

Tonks made a face. "Charles Dickens was an amazing author, but seriously, Charles? That's a quite boring and old-fashioned name, and it reminds me of Charlie Weasley!"

Remus sighed. "This is leading nowhere. What if it was a girl?"

"I've always wanted to name my daughter Pinky!"

"Pinky? What does it even stand for?"

"It's from… from Pinafore, or something like that!"

"You certainly possess a certain talent of coming up with the most ridiculous names!"

"It runs in our genes." She shrugged her shoulders defiantly. Then, she heard a sound, like an unlocking door. "Did you hear that?" she asked her husband, alarmed.

"Hear what?" he was sniffling her hair. "That job of yours has made you more vigilant that necessary."

It was the wrong thing to say.