You were sitting on a couch, in your colorfully colored house as normal. You were lying on the couch, in a plain white dress, with the T.V. on. You could hear faint giggling in the other room, making you stand up and curiously peek around the corner. There was nothing in the hallway, and the cause of the giggling was coming from upstairs.

The hall upstairs was in the same shape as it usually was, though there were a few more pictures on the wall. They were of Tonks and some guy you didn't know, next to that, in an oval shaped frame was a baby, with bright hair and big hazel eyes. You looked over it, your lips fitting into a small smile. You used your finger to gently trace the boys face. You heard the laugh again, which made you turn. You quietly made your way over to bedroom door, pushing it open and peeking through the crack.

Remus was sitting on the floor, a young boy around a year old sitting in front of him. His hair was a vibrant, unusual color, like turquoise or so. You hadn't seen hair like that since Tonks was going through her 'phase.' You weren't a metamorph-whatever the hell Tonks is, but your mother and her great grandmother were, meaning the trait passed over a generation. You were thinking this because, you knew it was your child, you could tell he was yours. Silently, you opened the door, though it caught both the babies and Lupins' eye.

"Hello love." Remus greeted you with a rare, warm smile. "I was just taking care of Teddy." That was your baby. You knew it was, it had to be. That was your child, sitting on the floor, sitting on the floor and giggling. You could feel tears well up in your eyes as you kneeled down beside your child.

"Hello Teddy, how're you doing today?" He giggled reaching out to you, and gratefully you picked him up. You held him close to you, letting out a soft sigh as you smelt his hair, which smelt of coconuts and lime; you listened to his angelic laugh one more time, before your vision was fading to black. Remus took the baby from you, still smiling as he laid on the bed Teddy. It was almost like he was saying 'We're waiting'.

"No, no, I can't wake up-" You cried out, but Remus simply looked away from you like nothing was happening. "NO!" There was a brief falling sensation, there was only a portal of black around you, you were falling, falling down-

You jumped up, your fingers clenched around your sheets. You were panting heavily, some sweat sliding down your forehead. You groaned, digging your elbows into the uncomfortable bed while you rubbed your eyes. Damn dream had woken you up again.

The past month and a half, spending it in this house, had made you dream, it showed all your dreams, things you've wanted but never really got to have. A family. You wanted a little baby, to hug close to you, to take care of, you wanted to feel needed. A child would make you feel needed, like someone needed you there, but that would be impossible in these days, with Voldemort coming back to power. You wanted one, though, you wanted one so badly. Your biological clock is going off, you guessed.

You had told Molly about the dream countless times, you didn't have to tell her it was Lupins' baby, because she already knew that, but she could tell how nervous it made you. You hadn't told him about the dream, because you knew where he stood on the subject of a child, especially now. So you kept it inside, this new feeling of growing nervousness, this feeling of want inside of you, it was beginning to drive you crazy.

"Molly, I hate this stupid dream. Isn't there some kind of potion that can stop me from dreaming?" You whined one morning. You were sitting in the kitchen, where the red haired mother was working hard, trying to prepare breakfast for over ten people. You weren't the best cook, so it was better you just sat out of all the hullabaloo.

"I'm positive there is dear, but you know, you enjoy this dream much more than you let on."

"Well, of course!" You exclaimed. "It's my baby, with Remus, why wouldn't I enjoy it? You should see him, Molly, Teddy was beautiful, he had such unusual hair, but his eyes, they were his father's eyes, and he felt so real and soft..." You let out a happy sigh, putting your chin in your hand as you close your eyes. "I really want a baby, Molly. I want this whole thing to end, and I want a child."

"Trust me dear, we've all had those moments, where we think we want another child, but you have to think about the future. How will you take care of him? How will you feed him, including yourselves, if you have him now? A baby is a lot of responsibility, and though I'd be glad to help you, you have to ask yourself. Are you prepared to have a baby?" Molly's words sunk in, she always brought you back to reality, she would know more than anyone about taking care of children.

"Do you regret ever having your children, Molly, with how hard things are?"

"Of course not!" She smiled fondly. "Sometimes, it gets so hard, but it's worth it in the end. You get to see them go off, have a family of their own, make something of themselves."

"So what makes you think, that I haven't already thought about all of this? I've thought about so many things! The money, clothes, everything! I know we can't take care of a child right now, and I will not push any more stress on Remus' shoulders. I...I'll deal with this all."

"Krista, love-"

"I can't stand it!" You whispered, letting your head drop to the table. "I can't stand seeing him so tired and in pain! I want this to stop; I can't tell him about my dream."

"Maybe it could be a joyous moment in your future, Krista, but maybe, he'd like to know of it-"

"No, he wouldn't. He would tell me, he couldn't afford it, and that he would never want a baby because he's a werewolf. He's afraid of what people he loves think of him, and I know in my dream, that baby loved him! And I loved him, and we were a family. We had problems, but we were a family." Things got silent.

"I know, how you're feeling, Krista." Molly broke the silence, "I understand what you're feeling right now. But you can make it, things might be hard, Remus does love you, and he's afraid that you'll get up one morning and realize you could do better. Telling him you want to have a child with him, it might show him how much you care, how much you trust him. He'll figure it out eventually." You nodded, not removing your head from the table. If you did, you knew Molly would see how red they were, how tears were still streaking down your face, no matter how much you told them to stop.

It was too much for one pregnant woman to take.