If you want my honest opinion, I am not necessarily fond of this chapter...I've let Teddy Lupin into my life and I can't get him out. It's hard. I'm rushing like hell and it isn't good, so after this chapter, give me a little time off...a week or so...to get my mind right on this one. Also - everything in italics is pretty much downright sex, so if you don't want to read it, then skip every italicized word.

He tossed and turned next to a sleeping Tonks next to him on the last night they'd be spending together at the Burrow. The next day they would be going to Tonks's parents to live there awhile, since it was a bigger, much less crowded home. At the Burrow they could get no privacy.

His restless mind prevented him from even feeling tired. It was about a month and a half that Tonks was pregnant now, and thinking about the child developing in her womb was sometimes overwhelming to him. He was not meant to be a father. He wasn't even ready to be a father.

Propping himself up against the pillows, he closed his eyes and thought back to the moment this whole fiasco had just begun, back to their wedding night, when they were just so madly in love…

After Remus closed the door, he walked to the opposite point of the room and gave a devilish smile to Tonks, who returned it with sheer interest. Their eyes met, and they approached each other as if in a romantic film, and they began to kiss like he'd never kissed her before. It was almost as if it was mandatory for their tongues to wrestle with each other as they stood next to Percy's double bed, which he didn't feel bad about having sex on. What Percy didn't know wouldn't hurt him…

"Oh, Remus," said Tonks as she suddenly broke away from the kiss, "you…" Her gaze into his brown eyes told him something else, and he raised his eyebrows, excited feelings flowing through his veins.

"And you…" He didn't finish the sentence as he let his eyes transfer the rest to her, as if it were a secret type of communication. The weight of his dress robes seemed to increase as everything in him wanted to rip the clothes off the both of them. Grinning suggestively, he led her to sit with him on the edge of the bed, where he ran a rough hand through her vivid pink hair as he began to kiss her again.

Remus suddenly felt her hand moving slowly up and down his thigh, each time closer to his waistline, her fingers oh so close to the part of him wanting to break out. He wasn't particularly fond of her teasing him the way she was, and he bit down on her bottom lip a little. She emitted a soft moan, and he grinned into their kiss.

Suddenly he felt his robes being ripped off violently as Tonks broke away from their kiss, and in turn, he hastily yanked off her dress, enjoying the view of her almost naked figure. Once they were left in their underwear, he quickly pushed her down on top of the bed, kissing her hungrily, wanting more with every taste of her lips.

"R-Remus," he barely heard her say, but he was too busy on top of her, attacking her with kisses. He was careful not to let himself bite her neck as he did this.

"You know you love it, Nymphadora," he growled through grinning teeth.

"Don't call me - OH!"

He'd made it to her collarbone, pinching a sensitive muscle with his mere fingers, and he laughed. Once she realized what he'd done, she grinned back at him, reached a hand down to his package in a sneaky fashion, so that once she made a grab, she got a startled noise from him in response.

"You want to play like that, then?" Remus said, his smile getting ever naughtier, and she held a look of innocence on her face.

For a while, they got under the sheets to play a bit of "Doctor", but then, Remus found the time to be serious about this. But before he could make a move, she pushed him down first, lowering herself on top of him, and straddling him so as he grunted and groaned with pleasure.

"That's the spot…"

But they switched positions soon enough, and as he got down on top of her, he pressed his lips to hers while quickly slipping his silk boxers down just a bit. As he pulled away from the kiss, they grinned at each other.

"You tell me what to do," he told her, and he slipped off her own underwear as well. He couldn't help touching her first and she shivered with surprise, but in no time, he got down to business. With one great motion, he thrust himself inside of her, earning himself the loudest moan he'd ever heard.

"Remus!" Tonks cried out, digging her fingernails hard into his back.

Ignoring the pain, Remus worked his hips while breathing a little heavily. Hearing her moans and cries felt relaxing and satisfying to him as he ground himself against her as hard as he could, and he knew he'd never forget the sound she made when she'd reached her climax…

Remus could remember it now. He could remember everything: The skin, the sweat, the pleasure, the moans, and the pain the following morning. He still regretted it. He knew that marrying Tonks had been a great mistake. He wasn't meant to marry!

He sighed. It was at least three in the morning. He quietly got out of bed and walked over to the cluttered desk that Percy had obviously used as a studying area while at school. Sitting down, he dug through the drawer, taking care to be as silent as possible, and at last found a piece of parchment and a quill, along with a full bottle of ink. It seemed that Percy was never unprepared.

He sighed. He knew this was what he was going to do. It had to be done. He couldn't live with her. Carefully opening up the jar of black ink, he dipped the quill in it and wrote in the very little light provided by the candle on the desk:

Nymphadora,

I am sorry to say this, but when you wake up, I will be gone. I can't tell you where I'm going or what I will be doing, but just put your trust in me. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'm sorry but…I feel like marrying you was a mistake. I'm a werewolf, and my kind don't usually marry or breed. I'll be a horror to my own son or daughter. I can't let that happen. I'm sure you will raise the child very well on your own. I'm sorry. I love you.

Sincerely,

Remus

He sighed, reading over the letter several times. Feeling his eyes well up with tears at his own actions, he folded the piece of parchment and wrote "Tonks" on it hastily. He placed it on her bedside table where she'd find it in the morning, and he proceeded to silently pack up a rucksack filled with necessities he'd need.

When he was ready to go, he slung the rucksack over his shoulder, kissed the heavily sleeping Tonks on her forehead, and left the bedroom for the final time he knew he ever would.

He crept down the stairs in the early hours of the morning, and when he finally made it to the kitchen, he closed his eyes and Apparated out of the Weasley home.

Yes, no, or maybe so?