.I.

When the night-time finally rolled around, dinner was on the table and three members of the Lupin family sat in silence, only speaking when asking for the mashed potatoes, or meat. Rebecca stole glances at her brother every once in awhile, and Tonks stole glances at both of her children, but the awkwardness and hurt in the air wafted through the house, and all of them could smell it over the Pumpkin Spice scented candles, and slight smell of burned meat. Tonks was still not the best at cooking.

"Teddy, would you please pass the tea?" She asked softly, yet even the lowest of voice-volume sounded horribly loud. The front door creaking open, and being shut ever so gently, sounded incredibly loud also. All three of their heads turned and they stared at Remus. Teddy was the first to look away, then Rebecca, and then Tonks, regretfully. They all looked down at their food and Remus nodded slightly to himself, taking in a deep breath, taking of his cloak, and walking upstairs without a word. Tonks heard their bedroom door click shut and she sighed.

"So, which one of us is going to give into his pity first this time?" Teddy asked sarcastically. Tonks didn't have the energy to defend her husband, nor did she think he was in an place of being defended, so she replied solemnly: "I suppose whoever wants to. It's not going to be me." She added, taking her plate and putting in the sink. She turned on the water and began washing it off, scrubbing the bits and pieces of food she hadn't eaten as her children finished her meal. Rebecca knew she was aggervated, and she also knew when she was deep in thought, she'd do thing the muggle way. Rebecca wanted so badly to know what her mother was thinking, but she supposed she was better off. Teddy was next to finish, and he took the plate his mother was cleaning out of her hands, as well as his own, and Becca's when she was finished. Tonks wrapped her arms around herself and walked over to the couch, knowing her son just wanted to help, but now not knowing what to do with herself. Rebecca didn't know either. She sat down on the couch next to her mother. Her long, thick brown hair fell to frame her face and touch her knees as she sat 'indian-style' on the blue, worn sofa. She had on rolled up, dark red sweatpants and a long, plain white T-shirt. Her feet were bare, with no toe polish or socks, and her eyes had dark bags under them. She was incredibly pale, like always, but she looked sicker than usual. It was Tonks' turn to look at her daughter, and wonder what she was thinking now.

How am I going to have a baby? How am I supposed to raise a child in this house, if this is how everyone in it acts? I bet it hurts...I bet it cries all the time too. What am I going to do when I don't know what it wants? But how would I live with myself I adopted it out? Grant will hate me now. Everyone will think I'm easy...He'll make me feel so much fatter than I will be and-...Great, I'm going to be fat! None of my clothes will fit...I'll be crying all the time. How will I finish my college classes? How will I ever become an Auror?

Rebecca couldn't stop the thoughts that plagued her as she sat on the couch, until she finally fell into a fitful sleep next to her mother. Teddy finished the dishes silently, then dried his hands on a worn-out, home-made kitchen rag Mrs. Weasley had given his mother for Christmas. He threw it down on the counter then and walked into the living room. He took a seat in the chair his Dad usually occupied and laid his head back, closing his eyes as his sister had. His hair changed from aqua blue to a light, copper brown. His natural hair was the same as his father's, and it always went back to that when he was relaxed.

"Calm, now, son?" Tonks asked quietly, bags forming under her own eyes.

"Incredibly." He replied, his eyes still closed tight.

"Becca's asleep."

"I vote we all sleep out here."

"Oh?" She asked, stifling a yawn.

"My point exactly," he replied, hearing her sign of sleepiness.

"Teddy, we can't all stay down here."

"Sure we can." He replied, pulling the lever that pushed the reclining chair into a laying position, with a place to lay Teddy's feet. Tonks laughed and took a blanket from the back of the couch to cover Rebecca with. After making sure her daughter was comfortable, she kissed her on the fore-head and stood.

"You going upstairs with him?"

"No. I'm going to get my pajamas and I'll change in the bathroom and be right down."

Teddy nodded and Tonks bit her lip, turning to walk upstairs. She didn't bother knocking on her bedroom door, she just walked in, ignored her husband, and grabbed her clothes out of the dresser. She was sure she wouldn't say a word to him, until the words that threatened to spill out did.

"You know, she is my daughter."

"How so?" Remus asked, the lighting in the room dark as he laid in bed, hands behind his head, and the candle illuminating his face.

"Just because she's nothing like you."

"How so?" He repeated.

Tonks gulped, but pressed out her next words.

"She's braver then you."

.II.

"Remember when I was like, eleven, and it was like a month before my birthday, and Becca kept telling me Hogwarts wouldn't accept me because I was a hopeless case?"

Tonks laughed and rolled her dice.

"I do. She was a little trouble maker," glancing at her daughter's stomach, she grinned. "That hasn't changed."

Teddy laughed for the first time that night and took the dice form his mother.

"Ahhhh! Your property! How much do I owe you? Just tell me the damage that's been done."

Tonks laughed.

"I'll give you some mercy this time."

"Thanks, Mum."

Tonks nodded and sighed.

"You know, Teddy, I really wonder what your sister's going to do with this baby."

"Why do you wonder that? Of course she'll have it."

"Oh, I know that. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean abortion or anything...I mean adoption or keeping the child...She has a big support system with us here, she can keep the baby..It'll just be hard."

Teddy looked down at the boardgame they were playing: Jumangi, and sighed.

"I dunno, Mum...I don't think she'll be able to give it up for adoption. She's going to adore her child, and it'll hurt her so bad to give it up. She'll think that it'll grow up to hate her or something."

Tonks nodded and finished off the game with her last move. Teddy sighed in defeat but smiled up at his mother and staretd packing the game away. He grabbed the two pieces his mother and him had used and threw them in a case with the others. He saw the one that was in the shape of a wolf, and blinked away the moisture in his eyes. He always used the wolf...Ever since his Dad had told him about his lycathrope he'd love it. He did as much research as he could, he peered out the window unblinkinlgy on nights of full moon, watching for that dash of grey across the lawn, and this year, (his last year of Hogwarts), Professor McGonagall had promised him she'd teach him how to become an Animagus. Now, though, the respect and love he had for his father's lycanthrope, was crushed by the disgust and hate his father held for it himself. Teddy didn't understand how his Dad could hate himself so much, let alone take it out on them...

And he was tired of trying.

.III.

Remus laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling. He was too much smarter now then to blame his behaviour on the moon. To an extent, it affected him, but he knew he didn't have to act on it. Being miserable was a choice, and he had chosen it for too long, he knew. He had known for awhile how much this affected his family...not his condition, itself, but the way he was because of it, and he couldn't handle that guilt anymore. Blinking and taking in Tonks' scent as he inhaled, he turned over and pushed his face into his pillow, closing his eyes and trying desperately to go to sleep. Tomorrow he'd sort this out; for now, he'd let himself, and his family cool down.

.IV.

"Listen to me!"

She could still feel the sting from his slap across her face, and she nodded.

"I'm listening," she whispered, clutching her stomach. "I'm listening."

"You can't tell anyone! It's bad enough you told Victoire! I will never touch you again if you tell anyone else! Do you hear me!"

Rebecca nodded.

"Yes. I hear you..Loud, and clear, Grant. I understand."

He nodded and too her hand in his, ksising it.

"Come on then," he replied, guiding her out of the alley. "Let's go watch the sunset."

Rebecca dreamt of what had happened a few weeks ago, and struggled against her blankets. How she had hated him after slapping her! Yet, how she loved him while snogging under the setting sun. She didn't know what he would do if she told him...She didn't know what he would do if she broke-up with him, either. She was stuck between two things she knew were the worst things to have to tell a boyfriend; one like Grant, anyway. Her dreams returned to the calm, peaceful sanctuary they were meant to be, after those thoughts, and the rest of the night her mind was filled with talk of babies, and baby names, and ideas for bedroom themes.

Pregnancy, in her dreams, was a walk in the park.

A\n: Becca will wish to have stayed in her dreams when she gets deep into the pregnancy, huh? HM, ideas, constructive critiscm? What should be in the next chapter? Any help is appreciated. Please review, PM, or both.

God Bless,

Sarah