Tonks smiled as Remus set a plate of eggs and toast in front of her. Her stomach sloshed a little, but she thought nothing of it as she took a long drink of tea. She'd never been a morning person, so it wasn't unusual for her stomach not to agree with her at first.
"I'm meeting with Dumbledore today," Remus said as he took a bite of his own food.
Tonks frowned and set down her tea. "He's not going to send you back to the werewolves again, is he?"
Remus reached across the table to take her hand with a soft smile and a shake of his head. "No. Not until after Bill and Fleur's wedding at least. He's promised."
The anxiety in the pit of Tonk's stomach calmed. She gave Remus' hand a squeeze and scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs. Her husband's grip on her hand was enough to distract her from the nausea for a moment, but as soon as the eggs hit her tongue, her body protested.
She yanked her hand from Remus' and ran for the toilet without even glancing at his face. As she collapsed in front of the toilet, she was half aware of Remus behind her, but it was a secondary concern as she started to heave.
The forkful of eggs and some tea were the only things she'd consumed since waking up, so there wasn't much in her stomach except saliva and phlegm, making the whole experience even worse. Once the gagging and settled down enough that she could think of other things, she realised that Remus was rubbing at her back.
Once she was sure that she was done, she collapsed against him, taking comfort in the way his arms carefully wrapped around her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded and did her best to give him a small smile, but it didn't smooth out his frown. He stood up and rummaged through the medicine cabinet, pulling out a vial that was labelled as being an anti-nausea potion.
"It's a good thing we have some of this left," he said, uncapping the vial and handing it to her.
Tonks grimaced. While most potions left much to be desired in the taste department, this particular potion had been one of her least favourites since her parents had made her take it as a child. Still, she knocked it back, knowing the brief disgust would be a lot better than more dry heaving.
Remus sat back down beside her and rested a comforting hand against her back while his other hand found her forehead.
"You don't feel like you have a fever," he noted. He was frowning again.
Tonks patted him on the knee. "I already feel better," she said. "I must have eaten something dodgy last night. It's nothing serious."
The reassurance did little to assuage his nerves, so Tonks pushed on. "I'll call Kingsley's office from the Floo and let him know I'm not coming today, but really, it's probably nothing, Remus. And you need to leave if you want to make it to your meeting with Dumbledore on time, don't you?"
He glanced at his watch and sighed when he saw that she was right. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" he asked.
Tonks smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
When he'd finally disappeared through the fireplace, she gave a sigh of relief.
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Tonks stared down at the potion that she'd spent the past hour brewing in between bouts of nausea. The shimmering white liquid left no question that she was pregnant. Tonks stared at it so long that she started seeing visions inside it of what might come next.
They were in the middle of the war. There couldn't be a more dangerous time to have a baby. She and Remus hadn't even discussed what something like this would mean, which now felt like a grievous oversight.
She desperately wanted to talk to Fleur, but she stiffened when she remembered how close to Fleur's wedding it was. Now wasn't the time to bother her with something like this. She had enough to deal with. Everyone did. Though they hadn't talked about it, she was sure Remus would be distressed when he heard about it.
Keeping it a secret for a few days wouldn't cause any harm. Tonks banished the potion with a quick wave of her wand.
It would be her little secret for now.