Tonks had been awake for more of the night than she had hoped, and it showed itself in the form of dark circles around her eyes and her hair going its natural choppy brown. Remus was sound asleep, but his wife knew that he was becoming restless as his usual tired snoring had ceased.

She shuffled her feet, curling her knees up to her stomach. There was a terrible empty stirring in stomach, clawing its way up to her chest. Maybe last night was a false alarm. Does that happen? Hugging her middle, she rested her head in the crook underneath her husband's chin. He didn't seem to mind, gently snuggling her back. There's no way...

"We need to get up." Tonks announced, burying herself deeper in his arms. He groaned and turned further onto his side to wrap his arms around her.

"We need to..." She said more firmly. He grumbled something, only further tightening his arms around her. Tonks finally gave in, trading places and pushing herself up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and letting him hide his face in her shoulder. Her mouth opened, but the words got stuck in her throat.

Remus seemed to need the same comfort his wife was confiding in him for. He wasn't crying, his breathing was heavy and strained, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. Tonks's hand brushed back and forth over the back of his head, her lips pressed together on his forehead. She knew he was going to kill himself with worry until he had answers and getting out of bed meant he'd begin to get worked up, so she didn't pry him off of her just yet.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Remus mumbled.

"Some, yeah." Tonks replied, combing her fingers through his hair. Her lips upturned slightly. This could almost be any other Saturday morning for them, staying in bed until their son finally made them get up from their hideaway. Today, however, they knew they would have to muster up their courage to get up and face their problems. "Did you?"

His shoulders shrugged up. Something was still wrong as Remus was clearly not in his usual talkative mood with her.

"Are you angry?" She asked. He shook his head. "Are you just saying that?"

"No." He grumbled.

She hoped--for possibly the first and last time ever--maybe there was something still inside of him, something that surfaced when he first faced the fear of becoming a father. Maybe then he might come up with some stupid "this is good for us" excuse that they both needed to find in the moment.

"It could've been anything..." Tonks mumbled.

"It shouldn't have been anything..." He spoke up.

"I know." She replied. "But..."

He was about to ask her, "but what?", having to stop himself from starting an argument for both their sakes.

"I think... I'm glad it happened when it did." Tonks admitted, trying to lighten up her voice, but it just sunk lower into grief. "At least I had you with me. I was terrified last night and I'm not sure what I would've done without you."

He shook his head. "Are you hurting at all?"

"I'm fine. Not really, I-I meant that it's just... I'm fine." She replied. "I guess... I guess I need to go tell the people at work so they can wind me back into the schedule. And we'll have to tell the others. Mum, Bill and Fleur, Molly and Arthur, Harry..."

"We didn't do anything wrong, though." He said in a concerned tone. "Did we? We didn't tell them too early. We waited out what was supposed to be worst of it, so why now?"

Tonks didn't know what to say to comfort him.

"The full moon is next week." Remus finally spoke up.

"Rem-"

"Am I wrong?" He asked, looking up at her.

"...and the last full moon was three weeks ago. What difference does it make, huh?" She shot back.

"What if there was something wrong with-"

"Remus, just stop, please." Tonks urged. "I can't- I can't think about that."

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Remus pulled himself away, sitting up. "What if there's something wrong with Teddy that we don't know about?"

"We would know-"

"Would we?"

She sighed, sitting up, and throwing the blanket off. "I'm going to go check on Teddy and get him up."

"Is that it then?" Remus asked.

"It is." She said firmly, walking off to Teddy's room to start her day.

The auror office's usual buzz seemed to suffocate Tonks as soon as she entered. Margaret at the front desk attempted a converstion, but Tonks ducked into her office before the woman could get too chatty.

"Mornin', Pinks." Dwight said lightly, looking up at her. "Uh oh..."

"Morning." She sniffled.

"Shit, ya look like hell. You been cryin' yer eyes out?" He asked. "In the elevator?"

"No." She replied wearily, wiping under her eyes.

"I know them tears... Come over here, will ya? And shut the door behind you." He slid his chair back from his desk, the work on his desk completely discarded.

"Dwight, I'm f-"

"Yer about to start cryin' so don't give me that crap." Dwight snapped. She dragged her chair over behind his desk, sitting down. "Why didn't ya call in sick?"

"Because I'm fi-"

"'Cause yer tryin' be a bloody-" He stopped himself short. "I'm sorry."

Tonks shook her head. "You didn't do anything."

The two sat quietly for a while. "Can I do anythin' for you? Yer husband?"

She shook her head. "We'll manage, I think."

Dwight frowned. "Do ya want me ta go tell the uppers or do you wanna?"

Tonks shook her head again, mumbling a thanks as her partner headed out of the office.