"I am done being pregnant!" Tonks announced loudly as she waddled into the room. "Done. Done. Done. Done."

Andromeda didn't even look up from fiddling with the radio when she asked, "Do you think Nymphadora is done, Remus?"

Remus chuckled and carefully looked away from her. "I think she's done, Andromeda."

"Then it's a pity that she has just under two months to go."

"Don't remind me," Tonks whined, flinging herself onto the sofa.

Or more like dropping onto the sofa because of the weight she was carrying. Did you know that babies were heavy? And they made your back ache? And your ankles? Because it did. And it sucked. Merlin knows how Molly carried twins of all things.

"Done," Tonks reiterated either a huff because apparently no one was taking her seriously.

At all. Not even a little bit. It was annoying. She even gave a huff for good measure bit all that seemed to do was make them look even more amused.

"Well, you don't want him to come out yet, he would be far too early," Andromeda said calmly.

Oh, she could be calm, couldn't she? She wasn't the one carrying a freaking child in her body! And, let's be honest, Tonks was twenty-four. That was a long time since her mother had carried her as an unborn child. She probably couldn't remember what it was like.

"Is it really that early for a baby to come? It's been in there seven months"

"Yes. Babies do most of their growing in the last weeks," Remus told her. "It's especially important for lung development.

"That's not fair!" She huffed.

It really wasn't. Now she couldn't complain about that or else she'd feel all guilty. Which sucked.

"Life isn't fair, Nymphadora," her mother informed her disinterestedly.

She didn't even try to stop herself from sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry. Both of which earned her another eye roll.

"Whatever," she grumbled, settling herself back into the sofa.

As she tried to get herself comfortable, she managed to knock her glass of water off the table, spilling water everywhere.

'CRASH' went the glass, shattering into a million tiny pieces.

"Oh, I'm just done with everything," she said, slumping down in her seat. "Done with being pregnant, done with being stuck inside, done with the damp weather, done with not being able to go out anywhere, done with not being able to be productive. Done. Done. Done."

Remus gave her a worried look but Andromeda just snorted at her.

"Feel better for getting that out of your system?"

"No."

Andromeda raised an eyebrow at her while Remus just looked confused.

"Okay, fine. Yes. It made me feel better." She crossed her arms. "A little bit, anyway."

"Good."

"Can I do it again?"

"I really don't want to hear you moan anymore. If you mist, go and do it in another room."

Tonks pouted at her mother and gestured at herself.

"You really expect me to haul my body of this seat just so you don't have to hear me moan?"

"Yes."

"Mum!"

Remus looked between the two women, an utterly bewildered expression on his face.

"I have no clue what's going on here. Dora, are you okay?"

He was so sweet to worry about her, even if it was unnecessary.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "Really," she added when he looked sceptical.

"You didn't sound fine."

"That's exactly why I'm fine."

If it was possible, Remus looked even more confused. Which was kind of cute.

"She just needed to vent, Remus," Andromeda interrupted.

Tonks nodded. "Exactly. I just needed a good moan and now I'm fine."

"You're fine." Remus repeated.

"Yep. I'm fine. Hunky dory and all that."

"You just needed to moan?"

She tried not to sigh too heavily. What about this was so hard to understand?

"It's quite cathartic," Andromeda told him. "Name your feelings and all that."

"The only hippy nonsense mum can stand," Tonks teased.

"Because it is not hippy nonsense. In fact, it's actually logical."

"And here I thought dad was the Ravenclaw."

"For example," Andromeda said, pointedly ignoring her daughter. "I am done with feeling melancholy and done with feeling sorry for myself."

Remus nodded hesitantly.

"Try it," Tonks encouraged.

Anything that got Remus talking about his feelings was always good. Sure, he was doing better these days, and so was she, but stuff like this helped. It really did. Sure, she liked moaning and complaining but it did actually make her feel better than bottling all those feelings up. Would actually talking through those feelings be even better? Yes, but she didn't really want to do that. Complaining was more fun.

"I don't know..."

"It does help," Andromeda told him

"I'm done with not being..." He began and then he shook his head. "Sorry, I really don't know what to say."

"Just what you're sick and tired of."

"I'm pretty sure you've already covered everything."

"But you need to still say it."

He shook his head. "I think I'll be okay."

Tonks shrugged; it wasn't like she could force him. So, instead, she turned to her mum.

"By the way, mum, what are you doing?"

Tonks had thought that she was winding wool into a ball or something, though she didn't know why her mum would be doing that. But now she wasn't so sure, it looked like her mum was fighting it.

"I have decided to take up knitting."

She couldn't help but share at her mother. Her professional, calm, cool and collected mother who was the epitome of strength in Tonks' mind was knitting?

"Knitting." Tonks repeated.

"It's a perfectly good and useful past time to have."

"But you don't knit."

"And now I do." Andromeda informed her, nose in the air and then she lifted her work and frowned. "Well, I'm learning."

"But why?" Tonks asked, completely flabbergasted.

"To keep myself occupied." She said as if it was obvious. "I only have my cases, which are not numerous at the minute, and speaking with you two. There's only so much I can read; I will never be a bookworm like your husband. I don't particularly like listening to sports of any kind, it turns out, Merlin knows what your father liked about that, so I need a hobby."

"And you chose knitting."

"Yes."

Tonks blinked and then shrugged. "Okay then."

She wasn't going to look too much into that. It wasn't worth it and she really didn't want to be confused. Did her mother not have a hobby before? Well, she did like cooking somewhat but Tonks wouldn't call that a hobby.

"What are you making?" She decided that was a safe enough question.

"A baby cardigan," Andromeda gestured at Tonks' stomach. "That's something that's commonly done, right? We bought all sorts of knitwear for you when you were a baby. Your father's family gave us endless hats. Which, admittedly, became useful when your powers became more apparent."

"Why don't you start with a hat then?"

"Because I want to start with a cardigan."

"I'm sure kt will be adorable," Remus said before the two of them could start arguing. "Dora, would you like a tea? Or coffee?"

She pulled a face. "Tea. I can't stand that decaffeinated stuff anymore."

Sure, it had been an okay substitute but now she couldn't stand it. It was rank.

"One tea, coming right up."

"Thank you!"

"You know what?" Andromeda stated, flinging the tangled mess away from her. "I am done with this knitting nonsense."