In April she had to go back to work and every morning I would watch her go,
kiss her goodbye, tell her I'd owl her and see her in the evening.
And by 10:00 every morning, I was dissolved into a puddle of tears. I wanted her to come back, she was too young. too beautiful. too delicate to go off to that dangerous, high-pressure job. (She would kill me if she knew I thought that.)
But of course she'd go, and of course she'd come back and of course it'd be okay again, but it didn't stop me from worrying for 10 hours of the day.
One day she didn't return, however, one day in June, one of those in- between days before it became really hot and we were uncomfortable. The best days of summer.
She didn't come and she didn't come. She had sent me an owl at noon saying that she had to go out into 'the field' and that she would be home late.
Well. I waited and waited; it was one am before I finally sat down to write to the Ministry. And as I sat down to write, her owl came through the window and began pecking at my head impatiently. (If you've ever had your head pecked at, it is not pleasant, let me tell you.) I quickly unrolled the letter, hastily tied to his left leg, and read:
"Remus, Please don't worry. I got a little bit hurt and I'm in the hospital and if you get this, then that means they forgot about me and didn't send you an owl. Please come visit me, even if you get this at half past midnight and you have to wake the lady at the desk up.
I love you, Tonks"
I relaxed slightly. She was OKAY! Hurt, but okay. I pulled on my cloak and ran out the door.
I got to St. Mungo's at a half-past one. A rather cranky medi-witch directed me to her room. She was soundly asleep, a small monitor beeping at her side. I kissed her cheek, her eyes opened. They were green.
"Hey!" she said, trying to sit up.
"What happened?" I commanded.
She smiled, pulling herself up. "I got hurt, I said that."
"How?" gentler, reaching out to touch soft hair.
"I can't remember." It came out as a whisper, a child's whimper in the dark.
"Try," I whispered soothingly. "Please?"
Her brow furrowed in concentration. "I. I can't remember anything but hitting the ground."
I ruffled her hair, kissed her cheek, and made her promise to get some rest.
I stayed with her another hour before Apparating back home. They had hurt my baby, I thought. Whoever they were. They is a very childish analogy, they could be anyone.
She was released at 11 am the next day, and she came home and I made her promise that she was only going to do deskwork for a little while.
Good news came in July, the month before our wedding. She was pregnant! I was going to be a father.
I had always thought about beginning a family, always since I was a young boy. But I never imagined I'd have one. And now I was going to!
Like I said, marrying Tonks was going to be an adventure.
A/N: It's short. But I'm pleased with it, considering I was stuck. I will probably do a re-write. Reviews greatly appreciated!
And by 10:00 every morning, I was dissolved into a puddle of tears. I wanted her to come back, she was too young. too beautiful. too delicate to go off to that dangerous, high-pressure job. (She would kill me if she knew I thought that.)
But of course she'd go, and of course she'd come back and of course it'd be okay again, but it didn't stop me from worrying for 10 hours of the day.
One day she didn't return, however, one day in June, one of those in- between days before it became really hot and we were uncomfortable. The best days of summer.
She didn't come and she didn't come. She had sent me an owl at noon saying that she had to go out into 'the field' and that she would be home late.
Well. I waited and waited; it was one am before I finally sat down to write to the Ministry. And as I sat down to write, her owl came through the window and began pecking at my head impatiently. (If you've ever had your head pecked at, it is not pleasant, let me tell you.) I quickly unrolled the letter, hastily tied to his left leg, and read:
"Remus, Please don't worry. I got a little bit hurt and I'm in the hospital and if you get this, then that means they forgot about me and didn't send you an owl. Please come visit me, even if you get this at half past midnight and you have to wake the lady at the desk up.
I love you, Tonks"
I relaxed slightly. She was OKAY! Hurt, but okay. I pulled on my cloak and ran out the door.
I got to St. Mungo's at a half-past one. A rather cranky medi-witch directed me to her room. She was soundly asleep, a small monitor beeping at her side. I kissed her cheek, her eyes opened. They were green.
"Hey!" she said, trying to sit up.
"What happened?" I commanded.
She smiled, pulling herself up. "I got hurt, I said that."
"How?" gentler, reaching out to touch soft hair.
"I can't remember." It came out as a whisper, a child's whimper in the dark.
"Try," I whispered soothingly. "Please?"
Her brow furrowed in concentration. "I. I can't remember anything but hitting the ground."
I ruffled her hair, kissed her cheek, and made her promise to get some rest.
I stayed with her another hour before Apparating back home. They had hurt my baby, I thought. Whoever they were. They is a very childish analogy, they could be anyone.
She was released at 11 am the next day, and she came home and I made her promise that she was only going to do deskwork for a little while.
Good news came in July, the month before our wedding. She was pregnant! I was going to be a father.
I had always thought about beginning a family, always since I was a young boy. But I never imagined I'd have one. And now I was going to!
Like I said, marrying Tonks was going to be an adventure.
A/N: It's short. But I'm pleased with it, considering I was stuck. I will probably do a re-write. Reviews greatly appreciated!