A/N: This is just pure Remadora fluff because I wanted to. I just needed to see pregnant Tonks and Remus being happy, so I wrote this. No drama, just happiness. Rate and review, please. All of the things here belong to JK Rowling, not me. It's K+ because I am paranoid, I don't think there's anything really bad in here.

Dora licked the tip of her index finger and passed to the next page of her book. Reading wasn't her thing, but she had just found out she was pregnant, so she was perusing every single book about it she could find. Wizard or muggle. The pink-haired witch was lying down comfortably on the couch while her husband, Remus, was also reading (not a pregnancy book at that moment, although he was reading those too) while sitting on the adjacent armchair. One of her hands was unconsciously set on her belly, caressing it under the shirt, even though her baby bump was almost undetectable at eyesight, she could feel it with her fingers.

She felt some kind of weird electricity down her spine suddenly. A feeling of being observed.

And she knew exactly by who…

Dora knew she wouldn't be able to keep reading with those eyes on her, so she interfered.

"Remus, love," She said, raising an eyebrow, "why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not staring, honey," He replied, his mouth twitched onto a quick side-smile, he rapidly looked down, she knew he was shamelessly lying.

"You are."

"I'm not," He pretended to be offended by his wife's lack of trust in his words.

"Ok..." She said in disbelief but decided not to push it any further.

She went back to her book. A few seconds went by when she felt the so-familiar pair of green eyes on her again.

"Remus, I can feel you staring at me, don't lie. Why are you staring?"

"I'm just admiring your beauty," He said, and from what she could see from his reaction to his own words, it was absentmindedly. And he wasn't lying. She seemed to be even more beautiful now that she was pregnant. Now that she was carrying their child. He couldn't stop looking at her. She was more beautiful than she had ever been. It sounded cliché, but she was, and he was so happy. He was so happy he wanted to scream to the whole world about his beautiful wife and baby and about how happy he was.

"Really?" She took her hand off of her belly and closed the book, without even marking the page, placing it onto the coffee table.

"Really." He smirked a smirk that made her tremble a bit.

The witch left the couch and sat on his lap, grinning widely.

"Well, thank you, then," She kissed his cheek.

"You are welcome," He hugged her, placing a hand on her baby bump. She placed her hand over his.

"Now could you please stop staring so that I could finish my book?"

"You can finish the book with me staring."

"You know I can't."

"Why?" He asked, already knowing the answer

"Because of the way you look at me," She broke eye contact, flushing a little.

"What's wrong with the way I look at you?" He asked, cynical.

She sighed, annoyed, and rolled her eyes.

"It makes me feel like a teenage girl with her crush, ok? You make me blush and make me nervous and I hate it. We're married and we are going to have a child, I shouldn't feel like that when you look at me, but I do! Are you happy?"

"Yes, I'm quite happy" He answered, without a hint of the sarcasm or smugness she was expecting, he caressed her belly a little. The metamorphmagus smiled and kissed him, only for a second, before returning to the couch and finding the right page on the book, but before she even read the first word, she looked deeply into his eyes and whispered loudly with the scariest expression she could do at the moment, when she really just wanted to smile:

"Stop staring!"

"I'll do my best," He muttered, in a way that only he could hear and grinned. It was really hard for him to keep his eyes off of her. Really hard.