TWO YEARS LATER

Hermione lay in the tub, her stomach peeking out over the top of the water. She was almost nine months pregnant with her first child. While Fenrir had been getting more protective about her, he did allow her to relax by herself in the tub. Though every now and then, he checked in on her: mainly to see if she was still there. Since the first time she had left without him knowing it from the bathroom, he had refused to allow her to lock the door.

Before she was pregnant, he often joined her in the tub to relax alongside his mate. Even through the first few months of the pregnancy, he would join her. Though the bigger she got, the more time he allowed her to have to herself to relax in the tub. Fenrir knew that while Hermione was with cub and almost about to give birth, she wouldn't be going anywhere. Instead he often lounged on their bed while she bathed, always listening for when she called.

"Fenrir!" Hermione shouted as she clutched the sides of the tub. When Fenrir opened the door, he was surprised to see Hermione not relaxed like normal. "Help me to the bed!"

It was then that the alpha understood what his mate was saying. He quickly scooped her up into his arms and carried her to their bed. "I'll be right back Hermione," Fenrir told her as he hurried to the door to get Fae to help with the birth.

When he opened the door, Fae was already there waiting, hand poised to knock. "I'm here to check on how your mate is doing."

"She's in labor now," Fenrir told the woman as pulled her into the chambers and closed the door.

Fae's eyes widened as she took in Hermione and she quickly hurried over to the bed. "This will be a fast labor," Fae told Fenrir as he came over and held Hermione close to him, giving her support. Not an hour later did Fenrir and Hermione hear crying, and Fae handed her alpha a son.

Hermione touched his little hand and watched as his fingers curled around her finger. Fenrir handed the baby over to his mate and watched as she played with the cooing infant. "Look Night," Hermione whispered, saying the name she had given Fenrir's wolf, "a baby boy."

"Remus," Fenrir agreed. When Hermione had explained her relationship with the wolf he had turned, he was surprised to hear that they had been like father and daughter. As soon as Hermione had found out she was pregnant, the first thing she told Fenrir was, "If it's a boy, his name is Remus."

"Remus," Hermione laughed, as she handed him back to Fae for her to clean up.

Later that night at the pack dinner, Fenrir and Hermione sat side by side as always. This time, however, Hermione held a bundle in her arms and spent the entire time cooing at the tiny wolf in her arms. Fenrir watched while he ate, making sure that Hermione ate as well, and smiled everytime a small fist waved above the bundle. After dinner, Fenrir stood and waited as the pack quieted, waiting to hear what their alpha had to say. "Early in the day, my mate went into labor," Fenrir began. "As you can see, she is doing well and is up once more." (Werewolf genes, Fenrir changed her after the bond) When the murmuring stopped, Fenrir continued, "My lovely mate has given me a son today, and seeing the pair of them together makes me glad that I found her when I did."

Hermione had not been listening to the announcement and was shocked when Fenrir stood her up and walked her from the room. "Isn't he the sweetest little thing?" Hermione asked him. Fenrir smiled down at her and kissed the infant's head softly as he took him from his mother.

"Our strong little boy," Fenrir told her.