Remus relaxed
The Healer is inspecting his son – he still isn't used to saying it – thoroughly and Remus holds his breath. The man is searching the baby for any positive signs of the father's condition.
So far, only Tonks' Metamorphmagus status has been inherited, and Remus hopes this is the only thing having been passed down. He can't imagine how life will be if word about another Lupin's werewolf status spreads. For the sake of his son, Remus prays that he will be fine.
"Little Teddy seems to be perfectly fine, Mr. Lupin," the Healer turns to him, packing away his instruments into a bag. "Only your wife's traits are clear to me. I'm sure he'll grow to be a strong, healthy young man."
"Thank you sir," Remus feels a sigh of relief escape from his throat. "I greatly appreciate it."
They shake hands and the Healer leaves the room. Remus approaches his son's bassinet and peeks over the side of it, staring down at Teddy's sleeping face. Brushing his hand against the baby's silken cheek, he felt his tense shoulders relax. All was well with his son.
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