Chapter 9 Parents
I gasp as two long arms snake their way around my waist. Remus places a gentle kiss behind my ear, causing my legs to turn into jelly. I have to clutch onto the crib in front of me for support.
"Hello," he says in my ear.
"Hey." I sigh and lean back into his chest.
"How is he?" he asks, peering over my shoulder to look at Teddy, our Teddy.
"Perfect," I say, not really the answer he was looking for I know. He laughs softly in my ear,
"I know that! I meant is he hungry or anything?" he replies, a smirk playing across his lips.
"No, he's fine. You would hear about it if he was hungry."
"Ah yes, a loud mouth just like his mother." This sarcastic comment earns my husband a playful slap.
"He has your eyes." I state, as if that would win the argument that had been going on now since the day he was born (that would be the 'he looks more like you', 'no he doesn't' argument).
"Dora, my love; with hair of that colour he can only be his mother's son." O.k. so I admit that bright turquoise hair is a bit more like me than Remus, but he still has his father's eyes.
"Yes but-"
"You can't admit defeat can you?"
"No, Remus, YOU can't admit defeat."
"Rubbish, he is going to be a clumsy punk just like his mother."
"B-"
"I heard you playing the Weird Sisters last night to calm him down. It worked a treat." Now that is a good point.
"Well, I- oh fine you win!"
"I suppose we will really find out when he goes to Hogwarts and gets sorted won't we."
"No, he smiles all the time and he doesn't like the hoover. He has got to be a Hufflepuff."
"A-ha, you really are admitting defeat then."
"I guess I am. But that really isn't fair is it?"
Remus looks at me quizzically, "What isn't fair?"
"That we only have one child and he is a replica of his mother. Don't you want a child that takes after you?"
He smiles, catching on, "Actually yes, that would be nice."
"Well there is only one way to solve our predicament then isn't there."
"I guess there is."
I wink mischievously and then turn on my heel.
"Where are you going?"
"No time like the present Mr Lupin."
I begin to walk away, purposely swinging my hips in an exaggerated manner. I'm sure my plan was working perfectly until I managed to trip over a baby rattle that had been stupidly discarded on the floor (by me of course). I land with a thud on the living room floor and curse under my breath. Man that hurt.
Remus rushes over, his face half concerned, half trying to conceal laughter.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"That was really rather sexy Dora."
"Don't take the piss."
"No, see I think you're gorgeous and wonderful and sexy and tripping up is just you, so it was sexy."
"Stop talking out of your buttocks."
"I'm not."
"You are too! Now you can carry me to save any more embarrassment."
"That is fine by me." Remus moves to pick me up and just as he is about to a high-pitched wail fills the room, echoing off the walls.
"O.k. now he's hungry."
"He picked the best moment."
"Yes he bloody well did."
"He'll be asleep again soon enough."
"I suppose."
"Don't worry, what goes around comes around."
Ha! Well I just hope I'm there to see it when it does!
