Okay, I know this was latter than I said it was going to be, but I had exams, writer's block, and I was sick. This was hard to write just because I didn't know how to approach it. I don't write a blow by blow account, just because I can't see Tonks giving Teddy every detail in a fight she had with Remus. I will be writing a oneshot that covers both of their perspectives more thoroughly while I am gone camping (or as close to camping as I get) and I will post it when I get back. I suppose all their is to say is enjoy, and Happy Easter!

I do not own Harry Potter.

August 8

Dear Baby,

I can now truthfully tell you I am happy. There is no trying anymore; I really am happy—optimistic even. Your father came home late last night. Of course, I am still sort of afraid to trust him to stay, but we have made a deal. Next time he feels unsure, he will talk it over with me before he runs out. I told him he is playing for keeps now; the next time he walks out the door he isn't coming back. Maybe I was unnecessarily harsh, and maybe I will find it very hard to back up my promise, but I truly think this is how it has to be. I can't do this anymore and you should not be subjected to it either.

He scared me half to death when he came. I was feeling sick at the time (whoever decided to call it morning sickness was hopeful to the point of utter foolishness) so I was awake to hear the ward alarms go off. In hindsight your father is lucky I didn't curse him into next week. The paranoia has been going strong since Dad left and the mother bear protective instincts are only adding fuel to the fire. He stood at the front door calling my name for about five minutes before I answered him with a wand in his face and a security question, or rather a short series of them. Once again I think I was unnecessarily cruel and I feel a bit ashamed. I told him to repeat our wedding vows, and then I told him to tell me how he broke them. I asked him what the last thing he said about our marriage before he left was. Then, perhaps worst of all, I asked him why he came back.

It is strange. I have never been vindictive where he is concerned, but I felt like I needed to rub salt in his wounds just to know they were there. That was the first time I truly realized I resented him. I suppose I was so busy trying to defend him, I never thought about how I felt. It all hit me at once when I saw him there. I felt betrayed, unappreciated, patronized, and abandoned. I know these feelings were illogical and he was only trying to do what was best for you and me, but my mind wasn't in control in that moment. I said and did horrible things that I know I will regret for the rest of my life. Your father didn't even try to defend himself; he just stood there and took it. The next thing I knew, I was in his arms crying and apologizing and telling him I loved him. He just held me and said he was sorry for leaving us. I could hear the tears in his voice.

It was a long time before we could manage any kind of coherent discussion. When we did, we agreed on the things I said in the beginning, namely that he left us again he wouldn't come back. By this time I was exhausted. I began my way up the stairs to the bedroom, and quickly noticed there were no footsteps following me. I turned to see Remus stretching out on the couch. I asked him what he was doing. He said he didn't want to assume I was ready to share a bed with him again yet. I just grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to bed. I wasn't going to let him out of my sight. Come to think of it, I don't think I let go of his hand for the rest of the night. I do know I got the best night's sleep I had in a week.

Breakfast this morning was… awkward. Remus and I were fine; it was Mum that was taking issue. I don't know what would have happened if I wasn't quick with a shielding charm. She settled for yelling things that made what I said last night seem mild. If I could have found a way to cover your ears, I would have. I finally got her to cut off her tirade. I could tell that she was on the verge of tossing your father out, so I informed her that if he left, I was leaving too. She humphed and went to brood in her room. I am sure she will come around. She has always had a bit of a soft spot for your dad.

Things are finally looking up, baby. I know that the world is still falling apart outside our door, but in here I finally feel safe. Time will heal our relationship, and I think it may even be better than before. We have cleared the air. Now, we can move forward as a family. I am so glad that I am not doing this alone anymore.

Just so you know, my hair was pink when I woke up this morning.

Love,

Mum

I am honestly a bit nervous about this chapter, so feedback will be very appreciated! Reviewers will get imaginary Easter candy!