Nymphadora is stretching out on the couch; her navy sweater is hiking itself up to the base of her ribcage and Remus is ashamed as he catches himself admiring the way her torso moves as her back arches. He fights the blush that threatens to spread across his face and he immediately looks down at the book he was supposedly reading before the extreme distraction. It is no use, his concentration has been interrupted and he closes his eyes, the image of her pale skin burning behind his eyelids.
She is so beautiful to him; so strong. She is muscular, yet small; at least in the form she chooses to use. He has never asked her if this is what she really looks like, as he's sure that if she shields herself with such outlandish hair colours, eye colours and styles it might just be like the subject of lycanthropy to him. Therefore, he had never broached the subject, and probably would not lest she bring it up herself.
It's times like these that he lets his imagination run wild. Images and memories danced across his mind of experiences shared, times had, and things done together…these were the things that his happiness was built upon. His mouth curved up into a small smile, at least the corners, small enough that his nymph would not see and question his joy.
It is also at this time that he dreams; well, day-dreams about what life would be like if they had a certain future with each other. She always argues that they do, but he is not so sure sometimes (even though he'd like to be). He sees a small cottage, somewhere near a dense forest, somewhere that they both feel quite at home. Flowers are everywhere in every colour of the rainbow, reflecting her personality and love for the unique. He envisions the both of them standing outside of the door, his arm about her waist and the love is emanating off of the both of them. Remus is smiling down at his wife, as she's got a ring on her finger, and Nymphadora turns to the side to fix a fallen honeysuckle vine.
There is certain roundness to her stomach, which he is stroking lovingly.
He smiles through his dream, delight would be evident in his eyes were they open. Though he would have his qualms about all of this happening in reality, in his dreams they are both safe from him inflicting harm upon them; they can live happily ever after without fear or want or needing something they cannot have.
Nymphadora sees his smile and gives one of her own as she thinks about the thing she has yet to tell him.