"And over here is mum's prized garden," Ted says, finishing his tour of his family's house. "We've got pumpkins, squash, and over there you'll see real, live, award-wining tomatoes. Mum prides herself on her tomatoes. You've tasted nothing in this world until you've tasted her spaghetti. Simple recipe, of course, but it's a classic."

Andromeda laughs and nods. She hated that bandages still covered half of his body, but she loved being here with him. Everything felt easy. This was far from the grand manor that she grew up in, but somehow she liked it better. She felt more suited for a simple life.

She rests a hand on her now obvious stomach, knowing that she had a little girl growing inside her. A human. Her body, right now as she thought about it, was crafting a little human. It was remarkable to think about. She'd never thought she could create something as wonderful as a human life. It was all too grand to wrap her head around.

"When are you going to marry me, Ted?" she asks, smiling at him. "When my stomach's half the size of the moon? I'll look a horror in all our photos. And how will I explain it to little Nymphadora when she's old enough to know that I was pregnant with her before you and I even got engaged? We can't condone that sort of behavior. She'll get the wrong idea, grow up wild."

Ted laughs softly and places his hands on her stomach. "If it's pictures you're worried about, we just won't take any. If Dora ever asks what our wedding was like, I'll recount it to her in such vivid accurate detail she'll feel a guest there herself."

Andromeda shakes her head but a smile crosses her face. "Then we wait until after Nymphadora's here," she says. "Get her a little white dress as well. Then you don't have to tell her a thing, she'll have been a guest."

He smiles and kisses her gently. "It's the scars, isn't it? You're worried I'll be all scared under these bandages and you're terrified I'll be too hideous for the photos. Don't you lie to me, Dromeda. I know you only ran away with me because of my devilish good looks."

"You put a baby in me!" Andromeda accuses. "You saw it as the only way to convince me to do something as ridiculous as run away with you so you went ahead and purposefully and maliciously got me pregnant." She shakes her head in mock disgust. "To think, I could be perfectly happy and not pregnant right now."

"I think you enjoy being pregnant."

"Enjoy it?" she says incredulously. "Enjoy it? What part, exactly, am I supposed to enjoy? The swelling? Throwing up at three in the morning, unable to get a decent night's sleep? Or the fact that I have a whole human growing inside my body just waiting to pop her way out?"

He grins and lets out a long laugh. "All of it, I suppose." He shakes his head. "I really have it easy, don't I? All I had to do was sleep with a beautiful girl and wait nine months and she hands over a little child, free of charge."

"Oh, it's going to cost you," Andromeda says. "And if you think I'm just going to hand over my little Nymphadora, you are sorely mistaken Mr. Edward Tonks. This is my baby. I'm going through all the pain to bring her into this world, I get to keep her. Maybe I'll let you hold her on occasion, but that's only if you work hard to appease me. Foot rubs, cook me dinner, love me forever. The likes of that."

"I promise," Ted says, kissing her gently. "Except for the foot rubs. I refuse on the grounds of I don't want to."

"These feet are sore from carrying your child, Ted. You'll give me as many feet rubs as I demand."

"Our child, Dromeda," He replies, kissing her even more gently. "I do believe we made this one together."

"Our child," Andromeda says, softening. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck as he starts to sway with her, dancing gently in the wind. "I was there, after all. I do remember it."

"Mmm, do you?" he asks. "Because it's all a bit foggy to me… Did it go something like this…" He starts to kiss down her neck, making his way to her collar bone. "Or this…?" He unbuttons her top button, running a finger along her skin.

"You best be careful, Mr. Tonks," Andromeda whispers into his ear, kissing his jaw gently. "We're in your parents' garden."

"I'm just trying to remember the incident you were talking about," he says, loosening her blouse further. "And mum and dad are gone all afternoon… We don't have a thing to worry about unless the neighbors get too curious."

"And how curious are your neighbors?" she asks, untucking his shirt from his belt.

"Terribly," he mutters, kissing down her chest and pulling her down with him to a patch of lawn. "Now remind me again. How exactly did we go about making this little baby?"