(A/N: For sugarquill. Prompt was "mistake".)
I Made a Mistake
There was a quite tap at the door. She looked up; eyes met with a sort of sadness she almost felt sympathy for, almost.
He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as she struggled to stand.
"I don't need your help," she said pulling her hand away.
He withdrew as if her words or the touch of her skin on his had stung him.
"I'm sorry," was all he could say.
"For what," she snapped. "For walking out on the woman carrying your child? For not contacting me for over a month? For calling our baby a mistake? For breaking my heart? Exactly which of these things are you sorry for Remus?"
"For all of it," he couldn't look at her, "for everything. I shouldn't have walked out like that. I didn't mean it. Our baby is not a mistake. I'm just," he paused, "scared. This isn't done Dora. My kind don't have families. There is no way of knowing what will happen. I just don't want to put you or this baby through the kind of pain and ridicule I've been through."
She turned her back to him. "I'd prefer that to the pain of having to explain to our baby that its father let fear drive him away from the people he loved."
He placed his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. I'm a weak and foolish man. I made a mistake."
"And it took you this long to realize that?"
"I said I was foolish."
"Not foolish," she said turning towards him, "just a little slow."
He smiled kissing her. "I'll never leave you again, Dora. I promise."
"You'd better not. My father has a lunar calendar and a strong right hook."