Here is a short, evaluative/filler chapter to catch you up on Remus and Tonks's feelings currently in the storyline of this fic, and to satisfy you until I come up with the next big chapter. I wrote this at about 1 AM while unable to sleep and trying to think of new chapter ideas. I am trying out a new style of writing for this bit only, so let me know what you think - it similar to that of the style nancystagerat uses in her story 'Unconditional', which you should check out. Thanks a million for the reviews, by the way, the few that I received. My Teddy fic is now up and I'd advise you all to read the prologue of that one, which is the only bit I've put up. The first chapter is almost done. And as a final note before the chapter begins: Mute Math is an incredible and different band; my favorite songs of theirs are "Stare at the Sun" and "Chaos". That is all.

He sits by the roaring fire of this somewhat new residence quietly, in what he feels to be an awkward position: He is sitting with one leg crossed over the other tightly, so as to prevent what could be an embarrassment waiting to happen in the crotch of his pants. He sits like this while watching her perform her morning stretches. He analyzes her every move, licking his lips as she turns this way and that. He has to bite his lip when she bends over forward as he catches a glimpse of her ever inviting breasts, just waiting for him.

But he can't act upon his will when she is like this. He wants so badly to recreate that one mere night they had spent together, each enjoying the other's taste and experiencing the greatest amount of pleasure they would ever receive while tangled up in thin white sheets that they did not own. He remembered grinning into her breast as he pressed his mouth to it that night when nothing mattered and it was just the two of them getting down to business.

As his eyes follow her constant bends and stretches, he stares in awe at her enormousness, amazed that he helped to create what was inside of it. He is so excited about the upcoming birth that no longer can he maintain his patience. He wants to see his son or daughter, a living human being that he had a part in making. But he also wants her stomach to dissipate and get back under the sheets with her, thinking dirty things and doing private activities with her. He guesses that it is just what every other married man would think. But oh, how he cannot wait until the birth. He is excited to see the tiny face he knows will be giggling soon.

The crackling of the fire seems to be the only noise in the room besides her few grunts or sighs. Outside, snow still covers the ground. He wishes winter to be over and done with once and for all, and he wants the warmer weather to come around. He yawns, but he pulls his legs together even more tightly as he catches another glimpse of her chest. He wants to keep his tempting emotions under control so that he doesn't give her the image that he is hungry for intimacy.

His mind wanders and eventually leads him to the tragedy that happened just a few days ago, the pain of her father leaving the world forever. He remembers the tears she shed on the sleeves of his robes as he lay next to her on their bed, comforting her. He put his arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze. He whispered under his breath to her that he was there for her as her husband. He remembers how he hated seeing the tears in her eyes, how it reminded him of previous mistakes he'd made. He remembers how she hugged him as if she were clinging onto him for dear life, and how he embraced that feeling of being loved so much.

He loves her so much. He loves her more than anything. He knows he'll love her if he wakes up and the world is ending. He works hard to be dedicated to her and he caters to her every whim out of his unconditional love for her. He will do anything for her. He loves that vivid shade of pink that she prefers on the strands of her hair. The curves on her body delight him in times of darkness and despair. Her smile reassures him. He loves every little thing about her, and it drives him mad with love…

She leans against the kitchen counter casually while watching him sit at the table and read the day's newspaper. She loves the way his brow furrows upon reading all the false statements, and the way his light brown, graying hair falls into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance. A sense of confidence radiates off of him, dazzling her. She adores how he is always so dedicated to his work and to her, even, and as the child inside her kicks every so often, it delights her, and she loves the fact that its theirs.

She remembers the day he came back and fulfilled his commitment. She remembers the tears shed that day. And she remembers the tears that had fallen just a couple weeks previous when she'd learned her father had gone to rest. He had been there for her. He had been there for her to hug, and she wanted nothing more then the teddy bear he really was. She could unlock the sensitive feelings inside him. She knew all his secrets and he knew all of hers. She knew there was something more than just love between them. There was commitment and dedication past all their hardships together. They would be together until the very end.

She loves everything about him. She loves his shaggy, light hair and the beard he is sometimes too lazy to shave off. His lean, well-built figure has never ceased to amaze her, and even though she knows where every single scar or wound is on him, she still finds it rather sexy for him to be so rugged. She loves the whiskers he grew on his face a couple days before the full moon each month, and she loves raking her fingernails in them. Most of all, she loves waking up next to him each morning, sometimes after him, and she'd watch him get dressed. It was always a sort of show for her.

As the child kicks inside her, she smiles softly, unable to wait any longer for his or her birthday to arrive. She knows it is in the next two or three months. Excitement and anticipation build up inside her when the two of them converse about the subject. She can tell he is excited as well. And she has also caught him out on his own "excursions", and she loves the way his face reddens when she scares him in the midst of his privacy. She laughs at the fact that it is the only thing he can do during this time.

He betrayed her for a short time and left her, but he came back, and she still loves this about him. She remembers the strange mix of emotions she felt when she saw him walk through the door for the first time in a month or so. She remembers the tears she cried and the soft words he said when he held her tightly, close to his body. It was the same way just recently. She adores the fact that he is there to comfort her when she needs it, no matter what. She loves him too much for words…

I hid a few things in here by using vague ways to describe them, I suppose - point them out in your reviews. There's probably only one major one. It made me laugh as I was writing it (I initially wasn't particularly excited about writing that bit, honestly). For now, it is 2 AM and I need to get to sleep. School begins next week for me - what a drag. It will be harder for me to update then, so please be patient with me. Thanks to anyone who reviews, and I'll be back soon with another exciting chapter…