AN: So...this is it....

Goodnight, My Love

"I don't see how you can think he looks like me."

"He looks surly. That's a good enough reason for me."

"He is less than four hours old! How on earth can you think he looks surly? He looks red and crinkly to me."

"I'm deliriously tired. I can think whatever I damn well please."

"You know, I think he looks like you?"

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?"

"Oh, you know, the turquoise hair…"

"That has nothing to do with looks and everything to do with talent. He is as talented as me. But it is impossible for him to look like me."

"Oh?"

"Well…since I can change my appearance, he will never have the opportunity."

"That is what I believe most people call cheating, dear Nymphadora."

"Don't call me Nymphadora."

"You are my wife, the mother of my child—"

"And so you had better not call me Nymphadora. I will hex you."

"Your wand is twelve feet away and you don't have the strength to get up and fetch it. I feel pretty safe, Nymphadora."

"Do you want another child? Because I believe I am close enough to do something about that…"

"Ha. Ha. Ha. But threat received, Tonks."

"That's better."

"Your mum is completely over the moon."

"Yes. She never thought she was going to have a grandkid."

"Oh?"

"Nope. She was convinced I would never bag a man and would end my days alone with several thousand cats."

"It's so lovely to find out when your parents believe in you."

"Yes. She was nicely surprised when I told her we had gotten married."

"As I recall she dropped the tea tray and hugged me and spent hours telling me how glad she was that I was a part of her family."

"You know, since I am the one reminiscing, it would be nice if you would let me fantasize for a moment. Just because my mum obsessed over you and practically ignored me doesn't mean I have to remember it that way."

"Of course not. Carry on, dearest."

"I've lost my train of thought."

"You are rather tired. Are you sure you don't want to go to sleep."

"I am determined not to fall asleep until it is dark outside."

"There are times when I don't understand you. This is one of those times."

"Yeah, well…I want to try and maintain my circadian rhythm."

"You do realize you are so exhausted that you will probably sleep till about noon tomorrow?"

"Hush up, you great spoil-sport! That is utterly irrelevant. It's the principle of the thing."

"All right. But I refer you to my previous statement about not understanding you."

"I've been thinking…"

"Yes?"

"Where will we put him?"

"Who?"

"The baby, you fool."

"Your mum is setting things up for him in the guest room."

"Not here. I meant at home. At our apartment. We don't have a guest room for him, and the spare room is where you go on full moons."

"I could clear out James' old room…I suppose…"

"You mean the room that both of us use as an office?"

"You are seeing the flaw in the plan, aren't you…"

"Yes. I am. I think we need a bigger place."

"Couldn't we magic in an extra room?"

"As a member of Ministry Law Enforcement—"

"When it isn't being run by You-Know-Who…"

"Yes, well, I know that you aren't allowed to add in rooms to muggle buildings. Leads to some sticky situations. I've been thinking that we should rent it out and stay here while we look for a bigger place. Keep mum company. She's been really down since…well…"

"Yeah. We'll talk about it more later. In the meantime, let's sit here and look at our beautiful son. Isn't he beautiful. I think he's beautiful."

"Your attempts to distract me from the subject at hand are not appreciated, Remus."

"Why on earth not? It's a beautiful, bouncing, blue-haired, baby boy, and if you can't appreciate the alliteration of that phrase, there is something seriously wrong with you…"

"Alliteration noted, and it is an impressive one."

"Almost as impressive as this fine figure of a man, I would say."

"He is quite beautiful. His crinkly red skin brings out the blue of his hair so very nicely."

"Indeed."

"I love you, you know?"

"And I you. You really should sleep. You are turning this rather unpleasant gray color."

"I've been doing that on purpose, trying to figure out how long it would take you to notice."

"Well ha ha ha, very funny and all that, but you should sleep."

"Mmmhmm."

"Sweet dreams, Dora."

"Are you leaving me again?"

"I'm off to tell Bill. I told him I would let him know if anything momentous happened, and I think this qualifies as momentous."

"'Kay."

"I'll be home soon, but you will be asleep, so you won't be aware of it."

"'Kay."

"Goodnight, my love."

"Mmmhmmm…."