Author's note: Well, look at that. I've had this drabble written for months but then I went and did some very intensive and time-consuming adulting. My bad, gang. It's basically a crime to withhold big spoon Tonks from the world and yet here I am. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the canon, world, and characters portrayed below and you can tell I'm not J.K. Rowling because #transrights

Warnings: NA

In Synch

She stripped down to her t-shirt before crawling back into bed, trying not to shift the mattress too much or wake Remus. Still, she groaned and caught his attention.

"Dora?" he mumbled.

"Don't mind me," she said groggily, instantly regretting that she hadn't just bundled up on the couch. She hadn't meant to disturb him, honestly. She'd been so happy that he was getting so much sleep the day of the full moon—it tended to make the transformations more bearable and accelerate his recovery. But she'd wanted to lay in her own bed with her good pillow and softest blanket very badly, and surely that wasn't a crime either.

"What's wrong?" Remus asked just as groggily. "Is work done?"

"I came home early," she said.

"Everything okay? Teddy okay?"

"He's still with mum," she said. "I'm fine, just… I've just got really bad cramps. The worst I've had since having Teddy, actually."

"I'm sorry," Remus said. He shifted over in bed to look at her which Dora knew took herculean efforts. His brown eyes made it clear just how exhausted he was. "That's not 'just' anything. Do you need a potion?"

"Took one," Tonks said. When she said that Remus nodded and his energy disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. His eyes got hazy and sleepy and his breathing slowed as he dozed.

She wrapped an arm around Remus and pulled him to her; she wanted something hot and soft against her aching hips and sore stomach. Her husband would do. "Babe, do you know what this means?"

"That you're on your period?" Remus asked.

"No—well, yes," Tonks said. "It means I synched up with the full moon too."

She thought he might get a laugh out of that, but her husband was too far gone. All he did was weakly reply, "Fuck the moon."

Tonks bit down on her lip so that she didn't burst into laughter. It wasn't nice to make fun of him when he was so exhausted and groggy—even if 'fuck the moon' was obejctively the funniest thing her werewolf of a husband had ever said.

"Yeah, fuck her," Dora agreed. "The moon can eat shit."

"That's what I've been saying," Remus mumbled back.

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