This is the last for now! I might continue this, might not. I feel I've reached a wall with the holiday theme. Maybe I'll get inspired again!

Late that night, Tonks and Remus are alone by the fire again. The glow of the candles reflects in their eyes as they snuggle closer under a handmade blanket on the couch, sipping their cocoa (or in Remus' case, bourbon-spiked cocoa).

"What a fine adventure we had with the boys today." Tonks says.
"Indeed. They are mischievous but sweet in their own ways, too. I must say I never dislike spending time with them, maddening as they can be at times."

"That's a good way to put it. They do love trying to embarrass you, though!" They laugh.

Becoming serious again, Remus asks, "How are you feeling, Dora? For real."

"Genuinely not bad. I expect everything to get worse in the coming months, but I seem to be past the waves of nausea I had in the first trimester." Remus looks downcast. "And now it's mainly heartburn, back pain, and swollen ankles." She laughs. "But other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?!"

"I'm sor-" Remus begins.

"-ry I wasn't here for the nausea, Dora," Tonks finishes, grinning. "It's okay, love. It's in the past. We can't move forward if we keep looking back. Now, Mr. Lupin, kiss me." They kiss deeply as her hair flares red. "That's much better." She untangles herself from the blanket and stands up, setting her mug on the table. "What a gorgeous tree we've made," she breathes.

Remus does the same and stands behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder and the other on her belly. "What a gorgeous baby we've made," he says as her hair slowly turns red. "What? We're the only ones around." Suddenly the stairs creak. They turn around to see Fred and George stifling giggles. "Oh dear."