Oh hey! This chapter's sort of short, I apologize. It took a lot of revising, though, and I'm still not 100% happy with it yet. I don't know...Um, I'm not sure if I should change the rating or not. It's at K+, but there are discussions about sex and there will be more in upcoming chapters. Sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable.

It had been such a great day. They had both had a successful day at work, and they both made dinner together, spaghetti with sauce. They had just cleared up the plate and Teddy had turned on the Wireless and they were dancing around their flat when she mentioned it.

"We're pregnant,"

She slipped it into the conversation so nonchalantly.

Teddy, who had his arms up to twirl her under them, let them drop limply to the sides. With his wand he flicked off the Wireless, the silence seeming louder than the music.

"Teddy?" she asked, more hesitantly.

"How?" he asked blankly. "We used protection every single day, yeah?" He wracked his brains, trying to remember.

"I think it broke," she said quietly. "After Rose's going away party...we were drunk, remember? It broke and you stopped but I wasn't ovulating so we thought... I've been thinking about it all day, trust me,"

Teddy nodded slowly. Of course. That had to be it. It felt as if a cold hand grabbed his insides and twisted them. It was one time! One time! They were so careful!

"Teddy?"

His mind was working overtime, there was no way, they had been so careful, so meticulous.

"Teddy, I know that you weren't ready to have kids yet, but I think this is a...a happy accident!"

"A happy accident?" repeated Teddy, dumbfounded. "Victoire, you are pregnant! In less than nine months, we will have a baby that we have to raise and feed and take care of! A human being! With it's life in our hands!"

"Oh, bullshit!" shouted Victoire. "You work with children everyday! That's not the real reason you're afraid! You think they're gonna be a monster like your father!" She paced into the kitchen. Teddy followed her, his heart pounding madly in his ears.

"Werewolves aren't just born, Teddy," she said. "They have to be bitten,"

"My father was the first wolf to procreate," said Teddy, slowly. "And I think I just got lucky because Mum was a Metamorphagus. But the gene is still in me, and it's in you a little, too. What I'm saying is, no one knows how it works. We're playing an incredible game of Russian Roulette, here,"

"Don't patronize me, Teddy," she said coldly.

"I wasn't-," he began.

"I know how genetics work," she said. She placed her elbows on the counter, leaning on them and staring at him. "Look," she said. "Your problem is that you worry too much. You take a problem, and you analyze it to death, and you come up with the worst possible solutions for it! You need to lighten up, Teddy!"

"At least I'm responsible!" he said, his voice rising dangerously. "I don't forget to buy food or run errands! I have a plan Victoire, and a baby wasn't in it!"

"I'm sure your child will appreciate it when they ask me where their dad is, and I tell them that they 'weren't in his plans,' They'll really love that!" she yelled back.

There was a silence. They glared at each other. Teddy felt like a child again, like when they would argue over who got to pick out the story first. He wanted to throw something, to kick something until he had control. He clenched his hands into fists over and over, feeling his nails cut into his hands.

"I can't-," he started, took a breath and stopped, then restarted. "I'm gonna stay at James' tonight, okay? I'll see you,"

He figured she'd scream something terrible at him, call him a coward, throw something break something - anything would be better than the look she gave him at that moment.

She nodded shortly, turned around and walked to their bedroom.

Teddy had the sudden thought, like he always did after a fight, what if he came back and she had died in some freak accident? What if he never got to say "I love you," again? He stared at the doorway to their bedroom for just a bit too long, then walked out the door of their flat, slamming it satisfyingly behind him.

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Teddy paused before knocking on James' door. There was laughter, loud laughter, followed by hooting and hollering. He bit his lip, then realized he really had no other place to go. He knocked.

He was waiting for only a few seconds when James flung open the door, grinning, his eyebrows smoking and pantless.

"Merlin!" Teddy shrieked, holding up his hands. "What the bloody hell-,"

"Strip Exploding Snap!" said James excitedly. Teddy winced. "We invited some girls, but they didn't show-,"

"Making it incredibly gay," finished Teddy. "Look, Victoire and I got in a bit of an argument, can I sleep here tonight?"

"Sure," shrugged James, letting Teddy step by him. "Why didn't you go to my dad's?"

"Didn't feel like getting a lecture from he-who-knows-all," said Teddy, which was true. He knew most of this mess was his fault, and Harry would call him out on it.

He stood in James' tiny kitchen, not wanting to step anywhere near the living room where rude language and naked men awaited.

"Is everything alright?" asked James. He seemed hesitant. Usually his brother was the one for asking about feelings and relationships and things like that. "We can talk if-if you want,"

Teddy looked at James. His brown eyes were open wide in earnest, ready to listen. He was surprised. James was growing up. Teddy faked a smile. "Thanks, James," he said. "It'll all be sorted out,"

James looked slightly disappointed. "I'm not a little kid anymore, Teddy,"

"I know," he said. "I just-This should stay between Victoire and me. It's nothing personal,"

James nodded shortly, turning towards the cupboard and grabbing a butter-beer.

"Hey, James?" said Teddy.

"Yeah?"

"Put on some pants,"

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