I thought I'd post this as a second chapter to 'Kicking and Screaming' because it dealt with the pregnancy issue, just like that fic. It's not really a continuation of 'Kicking and Screaming' but it can be read as though it is, and can be read as a completely separate one-shot also. Again, it's just another fluffy moment between Tonks and Remus, but this time instead of an unsure Remus, the tables are kind of turned a 'lil bit. Hope you all enjoy and if you have some time, I'd really appreciate a review =)

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Tonks was exhausted. 18 hours. 18 excruciatingly painful hours of giving birth.

She lay back in the hospital bed. She closed her eyes and thought of the last few hours. She had gone from 'Tonks- slightly impractical, clumsy, pregnant Auror' to 'Tonks - extremely exhausted within the few hours of motherhood' within a day. And the thought scared her a little. She looked a her surroundings. She hoped to cheer herself up by looking at the various different flowers and gifts that had already arrived in her room, for surely that was the gift-giver's intentions? Yet, she still felt a strange knot in her stomach.

She loved her son from the moment that she had set eyes on him. He was gooey and screaming but the love that she felt for the small creature, that slightly resembled an alien at that moment, was immeasurable. Yet she was still scared. How was she going to be a good mother? Throughout her entire pregnancy she had been excited, she couldn't wait for the birth of her son, but now that the time had come, a sense of panic washed over her. This was a panic that she had never experienced before. She might be an Auror, a job that put her in mortal danger more than once, she may be a member of the Order of the Phoenix, a position that practically dangled her in front of vengeful Deatheaters at times, but none of that was even close to being as scary as being responsible for another human.

'Hi Sweetheart.'

Tonks' eyes fluttered slightly, but she was too exhausted to open them fully.

'How is he?' she breathed out slowly.

Remus chuckled. He rarely saw Tonks tired, she usually had so much energy in her, it was strange to see her so still.

'He's great Dora. Hair's changing colour every five minutes. Your Mum said that happened with you too for the first few months.'

'Yeah, I like to think that I brought a bit of colour to their lives for a while,' she smiled.

Remus moved to sit next to Tonks on the edge of her hospital bed. He reached out and took her hand, slowly stroking his thumb over the back of her palm. He thought she looked more beautiful now than ever.

Tonks chuckled at the sensation, she had always been ticklish. Her eyes opened and she looked into her husband's eyes. She saw nothing but pure love and excitement. Only months prior he had been so unsure. He didn't feel like he should be with Tonks and his child, he didn't think their being together was worth the stares, the whispers and the hardships that would surely follow such an odd pairing as theirs. But now, every trace of uncertainty was gone.

Remus looked into his wife's eyes and was rather startled at what he saw. Her face was smiling, but Remus could see fear in her eyes. He began to panic slightly. What was she holding back? Was she finally realising that her son could be cursed with his illness? Was she realising that her son was going to be ridiculed because of his father? He couldn't blame her for that, he had felt the very same way himself only months earlier. He had tried to leave and stayed largely because of her reassurances. If she had changed her mind...

'Dora, what's wrong?' he asked, holding his breath and hoping against hope that his fears had not been realised.

She looked like a little girl on her first day of school. She appeared as though she had no idea where she was going, like she didn't know anyone, she didn't know the rules.

Remus reached a hand to her cheek and gently stroked it.

'Please Dora, tell me what's wrong?'

He could hear her inhaling. She gulped in the air like she wasn't going to breath again.

'Well, its going to sound stupid, but...' She knew that she could trust him not to laugh. '...You know how people say being a mother is instinctive? Like they just know how to do it? Well, I'm afraid Remus. What if I don't? It's like...I remember going to Diagon Alley to get my first wand. Olivander told me that when the I held the right wand for me I'd just know it was meant to be mine. He went through hundreds upon hundreds of wands, and nothing. He said that he'd never seen anything like it. My Dad's brother joked that maybe I wasn't cut out to be a witch, just didn't carry the natural instinct despite the family I was born into. What if I have no instinct for this, for being a Mum?'

She looked so lost that Remus wanted to grab her and bundle him to her, but could not, she was still in a considerable amount of pain. He settled for putting his arm around her and holding her hand.

'Dora, do you remember that night when I found you trying to set up the baby cradle alone? Without magic. And I tried to help but you insisted that you felt like it was something that you needed to do yourself ? And how about that fact that you became the youngest Auror in a century? Not to mention that you also managed to make your mother agree that she only needed to knit 4 baby-suits for Teddy, and that was no easy feat. You are the most determined person I've ever met. You have such an amazing ability to keep on going through the tough times, through the easy times and through the times when everyone else has as good as given up. If I know you like I think I know you, then you'll be determined to be the best mother ever. And so you will be, simple as that. Besides, you obviously found a wand in the end, and I'll be damned if you aren't a witch with a natural instinct for hexing...'

Tonks smiled at her husband.

'You couldn't half tell that you're a professor eh? Such a way with persuasiveness and words. Its no wonder that the kids always made their homework deadlines,' she laughed. 'But, thank you,' she continued in a more serious tone,' you always know what to say.'

'I love you Dora,' he replied simply and kissed her cheek gently. 'Now, I'll be back in a few, you need some rest, and there's a certain someone that needs to see a picture of his new godson!'